The music of gypsy goddess sounds

This place was my first California home. I don't know how to explain this.  I suppose that partly means I can't.

Returning. What that is like...and.

The true magic in these hills.

It has rained since late Thursday. 

Which feels whole to me, like the heart's releasing ions of clouds.

Now I'm about to get on the road again, after such dear connecting again with Mo, Dora, and Brother Jon. I'm thinking that it's been a while since I've been so truly and clearly who I fully am.

Blessings are boundless. Endless as tree breath, light as giggle movement, the music of gypsy goddess sounds.