Sometimes it's suntime

The jasmine here is delirious.  Some day it will be normal to say well back when I first came to California I remember smelling the jasmine. It comes on right when lightening bug season comes on in Maryland and I would smell it riding my bike around the little beach town where I went to live and write in the sun like I always said I would.  I would smell it and wonder what godly gypsy-scented air is that so high and full in my nose, even more flowery sweet than honeysuckle is?  I would smell it and almost gag and think my god earth we get it, you're here!  With your fertile sticky yellows and greens.  I would smell it on the way to cut loose at the beach for just an hour between grading exams and writing and on the beach I would smell the seaweed and feel so in love with my moment to moment life it felt like there was a halo in my heart.  Or I would smell it at a light in Corona when the white sun so fierce as it grew more and more close shone down on my head through the sunroof of my 20 year old car and I would pretend I was in a movie about California driving PCH in a convertible driven by a scarf wearing 1950's actress glamorous as she was innocent.  So much whimsy it's serious, or is it the other way around?

That will be someday.  For now I am in that funny place that happens to me right before I get truly comfy.  Reviewing all the reasons to split.  Which is not so much review as it is thinking of all the amazing other things going on in all the other places I could be right now.  Eeeek.  There are permaculture havens in Equador.  There are tribes of aloha spirits in Hawaii and in one week the Big Island came to me three different times.  This is what happens.  I get to the footwork part of actualizing what I really want and then this wild card I have inside me flips.  Which is why I will go to the woods to feed my spirit.  It's funny Ed Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros literally just sung 'sometimes said its suntime let the sun shine on my mind' and it seems to fit.  Exactly.  There's all these million needs we need.  But really, they come down to just a few.  I need the sun and the sea and sand.  I need the green breathing trees.  I need poetry and relationships and love and to move my body.  I need to say yes to my spirit when it asks can you hear.  Sometimes it's suntime....

That's not a lot.  Why's saying yes take so long to learn though?