let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
so comes love
– e.e. cummings
I am deep in the mystical, magical, woo-woo woods of Vancouver Island. Better than half way up the eastern side, I am tucked into the sweetest cottage in the Comax Valley with every kind of moss to sink my bare feet into.
This cottage is a perfect paradise with fully equipped kitchen, fireplace inside, fire pit outside and decks all around that give into the expansive gardens where hives of honey bees are carefully nurtured. There are all sorts of chickens, ducks, towering trees and a dog named Gus.
The people I am connecting with are into sacred dance, tensegrity yoga, fresh baked bread, homemade fig jam and laughter. Deep, deep laughter.
I am reading deeply, sleeping deeply, stretching deeply, dreaming deeply.
It’s a deep, deep drop into softness, darkness and light — nothing could be more fitting for me right now before I head into teaching the Magic of Myth.
Today I am headed down the dirt road to spend the afternoon getting my hands messy thanks to a new friend I have yet to meet– she calls her art studio the “garage mahal” — you gotta love that.
So, that’s where I am. I had exactly no idea why I was traveling here or what I would be doing — was just following a call. May each of us welcome intuitive prompts and bravely heed the beckoning of our heart when it seems straight-up crazypants to go where it leads!