Greetings Solar Moon Bumps and Cosmic Cruisers, out of the darkness and confusion the desire for control and being self-possessed open a new chamber. Should I venture in or contemplate my options a little longer? Death is such a daunting phase but the idea of a door shutting in my life and a new one opening is refreshing, what must I do? Sit still, read books, knit, or play hide and seek with my fear? I gaze into the blackness and await the epiphany that will propel me toward something much greater than this precious moment. Or, should I be proactive and step boldly into the Valley? I teeter on the edge of my fear - swaying back and forth, natural momentum inches me toward a cold and dark place and yet I'm still optimistic.
No, there are no plans just the intangible bedfellows, hope, faith and optimism. I'm hurled toward the back bone of our country - the lower lumbar region to be exact. The temperate climate of my tropical paradise is flung to the outer reaches of my past and I am naked and raw in a new icy unpredictable landscape. I've tussled with the ego-