I apologize for taking so much time between posts. Time flies when enjoying life. Driving daily marathons lends little time for writing.
Time has been altered since our night in Mt Shasta. Even though we are cruising down the highways at the speed limit, time warps and slips away. Everywhere we go – time extends itself – delaying the arrival. Then it snaps back, leaving us short, and rescheduling our itinerary.
It is as if spirit mocks me, drawing us towards a different time – Spirit Time. Years ago, when I spent most of my days with the People, my Native American family would wait – quiet – unconcerned – until Spirit moved them. Then everything was on Spirit Time. So it appears that since Mt Shasta we are now on Spirit Time, and what’s more, Spirit’s agenda.
Navigale is our android GPS. She brings us directly to each location, only . . . too often, I transpose or fat finger the address sending us searching at the wrong destination. Time slips again.
Sadly, our crazy timeline didn’t allow us to stop at Palm Beach. Sniff! Sniff! I was looking forward to seeing Cleo. However, she will be up in Seattle later in the year for a B.E.S.T. training (check on my website for more information on B.E.S.T.). I will count on seeing you then, Cleo.
Our first stop was to see Marilyn Weeks, the author of a delightful little children’s book, The Lion and the Rose. I’m delighted to say I now have my very own signed copy and am looking forward to reading it to my nephew, Kyle, when he comes for Thanksgiving this year.
Check out her amazing book!