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Bodi is feeling incredibly fragile today. I’m glad I got to walk the dogs with my old friend up here in the Santa Cruz mountains because the opportunity to articulate my sense of loss and uncertainty was an important step to finding solid ground even while holding the truth that right now there is no solid ground. 

All our familiar terrain is shifting. Everything is fluid and I don’t realize how I am counting on something to hold me up or offer me some level of protection until suddenly it too is gone. When we trekked up to this mountain cabin I hadn’t realized that my partner (bless him) had stashed our duvet into storage along with our futon. He figured our friends would have plenty of bedding for us to borrow but me, when I realized at bedtime that our duvet was gone, I felt like someone had just knocked all the wind from me, I went into no-time, lost my bearings, teared up, sat down (legs wouldn’t hold me). Okay, got to acknowledge all the changes are hitting me harder than I can effectively integrate. And I say this even while feeling life is rich and full of goodness.

I’m with Gala_Teah; life is pulling on me hard: internet access used to be a breeze and a given on every waking day. It’s not anymore, or right now at least, it’s not. And easy income streams have been drying up. It’s not just the goalposts that moved, the playing field has gone. If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area you know all about landfill acting like jello in an earthquake. Well we’re in jello (or deep shit is another analogy that springs to mind) and we DO need all our wits about us (it’s not just a fairy tale).

I want to tell you, with the help of our biofuel gas station friend, we scored a 24 foot biodiesel RV with three 40 gallon tanks that will take us 2000 miles without re-fueling. It’s a 1983 but with a truck engine that could go forever and had been the longtime love of a mechanic so all the rubber hoses are in good shape. We’re heading out by invitation (not to Tennessee but appreciate your extended hand Peakprophet)to an(other) old friend who has a homestead in Joshua tree desert (yes funny; good plentiful water is not an issue on his land). I could say we have no plan but in truth every weaving we have had with this friend in times past whispers to me that somewhere in the great Cosmos, there was a premonition of this eventuality and pieces were set in place to support and sustain us now. 

I have to believe that and, like Gracesmom, I have to focus on the LOVE (of which there is MUCH). What an extraordinarily rich seedbed this wwo milieu has been. Maybe we won’t have craigslist forever but it got me here.

Lots of love and never stop telling your stories,

Bodi