One of my favorite things about writing is that it breaks the barrier of time and space.  It is freaking excellent to consider that I’m writing this here and now, the dishwasher swishing, the warm cloudy day shining beyond the still tree, the house cozy.  And you are there, whoever you are, wherever you are, reading it then and there.

Time and space is so fluid, and memory and imagination slash through the seemingly solid days and places.  You and I (whoever you are) can close our eyes and feel our bodies into a beautiful past–for me it is driving along the Wilmington Notch Road to Lake Placid, rolling and winding lazy with the Ausable River dipping into chasms, rippling and teasing beside the road that craves Her touch.  Then again I am back there trudging that road back to Wilmington in heels at night when my boyfriend screwed up our ride home!

Congratulations that you too are a time traveler.  And I am not here now.  I am in Vancouver BC, dipping and curving along the Sea to Sky Highway on the back of a scooter opening my heart as full and wide as possible to let in the gift of Gaia.