Right now on the floor, nothing to wish for.  This idea of being at a drawing board, or drafting table like my dad used to have in the San Carlos home.  Building something, architecture and design, the planning and of course the WORK.

Gratitude and what it does, how it makes me feel…. Writing notes in journal a bit ago, some words were “Safe” and “free”, “wise” and “home”.  Gratitude is like a coat, or new cheater glasses but there’s no cheating.

Not sure how to describe what I’m feeling writing on the floor here, but I am definitely changed after some of these ideas if not all of then over the past couple weeks.

I’m not letting anything past my wall, and I’m not being arrogant.  It’s not really a wall but a translator.  If I can’t translate the energy or language of any one person, there is no engagement.  No conversation, no association.

I don’t need it.  And no, again, this is not dismissal or arrogance.  It is for HEALTH.  Not just the mental but total.

Time to leave for Forestville, rain is peaceful, can’t wait for the drive there and then to Vacaville.