a turning point, and a little trick for me, today.
From this beacon house at the old West Coast capital of Alta California, my ship goes inland to green mountains. So it would seem. A matter of perspective.
this blue horizon is always before us
I'm off to work, in a playful way, on new ground and with a great goal that invites of partnership, learning, patience, endurance, revision, passion, trust, ingenuity, humor, grace, grit, gratitude, gambling, ceremony, surrender, empathy, excellence, ambiguity...ardor.......ambition....belonging....
Thank goodness the muse moves too and will see that i make a place to pause and steep and gesticulate these further tales, striking chords and stretching conversation, nestled by another little lamp through nightspans.
there is a New Real rising...Love is the seventh wave
So many pixelated windows, with a kind of one-way privacy glazing, keeping things compartmentalized and binary. I'm not going to play the puritan watcher at the lighthouse any longer, buffered and grammatical. It's a sailing breeze come up and my shoulders are wide out like wings, ready to work for the launch to see, the Show.
Time to live like everyone is watching, and they probably will be. No more mediators or meddlers to situate fine programming--it's all you and We. It's raw. Ghosts! busted. Gifts, burnished! Gladitude and veritocracy. Indelible link.
yes one more cup of jasmine and i'm Home; the valley ~aglow