Today finds me sitting at home in Boulder Colorado watching the rain fall and freeze in a surprisingly swift partnership of grace and poise: each drop pausing in time when it touches earth, car, or grass. Yes, I’m back in western world, and as I slip back into some of my old habits, my mind reflects on its journeys over the winter.

 
I wrote a note to all of you a few weeks ago. I was feeling really lost, and wanted some direction from the universe. Although I wasn’t asking for them I got some amazing replies. Thanks you!
I’m writing again to let you know of some great developments in my life, some changes that have shown me along the right direction.
I’ve decided to take the winter off to spend time with my Grandpa back in Oregon. No he’s not dying, or even sick, but he’s 87 and I miss him. I …