Last night

I dreamt 

I was filling a backpack

with tools.

Boulder

Alone, at last.
Sitting in a cafe, people watching, writing, sipping a warm cup, and generally exhaling.
Phew.
It has been an incredibly beautiful trip thus far...realizing that this is the first time I have been alone though, and it feels good to be just me, my pack, my time, my car, the road.

I fell in love with Taos again, as expected.  My time there was so full, so mystical, and enlivening.  It feels almost like a dream, it has that sort of substance...

Hot springs, two sweats- to open and to close, garden time, impromptu herb classes, cooking and eating together, seeing old friends, making many new, being blessed over and over again by the graceful timing of Life, gleaning wisdom from the most surprising of places. 

Harvesting sage with Sarita and Yuko in the middle of a thunder and lightning storm? 
Priceless. Treasure. The stuff Life is made of.

I am so grateful for this time with them, especially right now.  Being with one another in all the difficult places only deepens the love we have for each other. 

And now?  Some student readings at Naropa, a day of exploration ahead tomorrow, good friends, ceremony, camping, and then, on the road again....