It is so good to be not arranging to leave tomorrow, jetted away thru the clouds at Heathrow.
We baked the pudding, now let’s enjoy some of the tastes. The journey continues but I do miss my cats terribly, I was wishing Henny would come onto my bed. Russell’s salads and dinners are wonderful and Csaba’s arhoast and horseradish and gravy was fantastic as always. Ellie and John are pushing me and pulling me on some paths they know. Each day has beauty everywhere. I finally spend some time in my beloved bookstore of years past, the time when the sun is down and people ready to go home, condensation on the glass windows and some small lights of Christmas. They had every Peter Ackroyd book I wanted and more.
I did buy that photo book called Heaven and Earth. It is micro and macro photography with the miracles and of course beauty of a fish scale, the photo of the tongue is my favorite so far, insects furry feet and filagreed wings, at which time I can close the book and say,”my worries don’t amount to a speck of dust in this Holy Universe.”
Hello to my Dad in Wisconsin and to Anita my aunt. According to Native custom, Anita would have been an auntie mother figure who lived with my tribe and town and would be there for me always as a loving auntie. All that has come to pass except her part of the tribe moved to California, but as my Grandmother Amy’s daughter (my mom having been the other) the Spirit still shines on me daily if not more. Love you Anita. Love you Dad and Rich and Bruce, John, Ellie and Russ and Louis, Zuke, Sara, Jill, Sue, and Mike and Brooke Melody.









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