Canada’s wicked and nasty winds have subsided a bit here, I am breathing more easily at the moment, and my sky is returning to me. I am a creature of color and light. We are scrambling tonight to get ready for our two-day anniversary excursion.

I’m going to see a chiropractor in the morning (those damned surgical boots), and then we will be off. There will be no blogging until Sunday or possibly Monday morning – please do not conclude that I am  dead or dying; this is just time off for a celebration of our love and wonderful time together.)

It’s important for me to take a break from technology; I am working like everyone else to balance technology with my need for a spiritual existence. No phones, no news. Donald Trump, Ron DeSantis, Vladimir Putin, Elon Musk, Tucker Carlson,  most of Congress,  and all the Trolls in the world can all chew and gnaw on one another.

Maybe they will eat each other up. I have to admit I love being woke, even if I don’t know what it means. It’s perverse in me. Tell me what not to say or think, and I will want to do it.

I’m on a path to creativity and gentle warmth. My goals are clear. I got out to take some photos, regular and art. I’ll be putting them up late this afternoon and early this evening. Thank you all for existing and supporting me and my work.