Right up through our feet.

There are certain nights here that bed sits like the ocean does--way out the far side of 101 past the trees somewhere near the sky. Tonight they're even trying to get Nicky to stay on the floor in a sleeping bag because that's how real and raw, endless, the vibe is--jam session in the low low light for two solid hours now. Excellent! I will take drumming and singing and dancing over pilates and yoga any single night of the week.

Someone garage-banded tonight, too, on their Mac...But listen, even if you heard it the candles and dancing, the endless black out the screens and the sage in your hair would be missing.  We dance and speak the sounds of the earth here.  Right up through our feet.

I'm back on the mountain, and there's a lot to say.