Home 3 Years!

May Day, International Workers of the World, Beltain and Mother Earth all gathering on the stage of these days of Bin Laden dead and War, Ignorance, Poverty and Injustice still alive. All co-existing somehow. Blessings on these commemorations clicking along like frames in a cartoon, round and round split with new events each year.

So Thoreau's sign looks a bit blurred here, "Time is a stream I go fishing in." We were walking along Clear Creek below the Butte College campus in tick infested fresh tall grass enjoying our slow nature infused way to Cherokee to celebrate May Day with friends. Michael picked up 11 ticks and me, just 6.

This morning I had the good fortune to have breakfast with Laurel on her birthday. Here with Weezie, Karen and Anna. What a blessing to have such good people in my life.

Back to the creek and the strength and fortitude of the oak; thoughts on Michael. He's taking off again. This time for a Mammoth to Rock Creek ski, average elevation 10,400 ft. 35 miles, 6 passes. Spring conditions which include avalanches and swollen creeks. Just him and 12 year old Sasha.



Life is precious. I still miss the road (7/07 to 5/08 documented here on the blog) and the constant unfolding of beauty but I also find it here at home. Here the annual return of the fragile and fluttery columbine. Sure is time to go finish my transplanting and stop spinning with my thoughts. All our relations.