Patrouille de France entrance, Sacramento, April 15, 2017. Celebrating two strong republics of freedom and the US entering WWI 100 years ago.
Always a pleasure to have March roll-around. It was pretty good this year. PLUS! Bonus hash for brunch on Sunday – yes!
Having fun at the curling championships in Evert – organized by our dear friend April!
This is the real view from our condo rental! Off to Mexico in late Feb! Here’s the link for all the pics.
Adrenalin advances. Legs twitch. Thighs quiver like a marathon round of squats. Gut is fuzzy. Belly, gassy. Soul buzzed and burned. A dream-state of a near-death tunnel-of-darkness experience. Rest does not come. I am alone.
Consciousness in the continuum asserts. The tide ebbs and flows from high to low. The wind blows to relieve and equalize pressure. Natural negotiation supporting many landscapes and realities, seeking to find an uneasy truce. Comfort is close. I am not alone.
I’m out of memory. Phone buzzing alerts. Shit.
Repent. Reboot. Repeat.
I am now calm.
I am alive.