Most of us need the eggs....

It has been one month since arriving back in this little high desert town. Many moments have happened, many dreams have been understood, many laughs, and tears and sighs.  A focus for my intention is rooting.  The grass roots spirit of my longing is taking hold to life and all that it has to offer.  The beauty keeps reminding me of the need to always climb.  Higher and higher.  Into the deep essence of what I am and what I have.  

I have been riding on the bicycle around this hilly town. A core is finally found.  There has also been much observing of these random surroundings.  While riding I take it all in.  I see the truth, I see the facades, I see love.  Opportunity.  

The gardens tempt me.  Like lovers waiting to be loved.  I envision the chance to take up shovels, prepare for the water and grow.  So many chances to learn more this season and give a little more back to the earth.  I have been paying attention to the rhythms around me.  In the clouds.  In the wind.  In the bright blue sky.  The smiling faces which always pass by.  Backyard connections are what I look forward to.  Helping.  Growing.  Giving.  Recieving.  Sharing.  It's all happening.