The legislative session has been sucking me into it's vortex, and I haven't found the time to visit, let alone post for awhile, but here and there, I have found the chance to connect with my spirit guides. They are fishing in the dark under the 4th Avenue bridge as I pedal across on my way home from the dance, or work. Last weekend as I watched the aftermath of a sunset at Priest Point Park, one sailed in from farther up the inlet, circled once over the water in front of me, and came in for a landing not 50 yards from me. Thanks blessed Heron, thank you dancers, thank you dance.
For those of you who've heard me speak of my friend Peggy in Chicago, and her struggle over the past two years or so, she died peacefully last night with her daughter holding her hands, and many dear ones near and far holding her spirit lovingly.
