The early morning rain that fell as I left New Mexico turned to hail as I arrived in Colorado. The change in the weather was exhilarating, becoming both a baptism and celebration. The changing season, the changing landscape, the changing light welcomed me home.
The cabin awaited my arrival, my mesa called to me from the west. I would sleep in the stars, walk with the spirits.
I've weathered alot of storms lately, and I know more are to come. I have chosen Nature as my guide, my mentor. I'll come through the other side of these storms one day, walking with the rain and the wind, whispering the secrets of the earth.