Definitely feeling some sadness as it's time to leave The Bay. Heading to Santa Monica for the next couple of days, I will rejoice in the bodywork seminar, absorb new learning's, and play with Yogis. Then it's up to Washington, which I am resisting. I don't want to spend July there anymore- I love what I have here, old friends, new friends, magical places, elegant opportunities. Surely teaching with Angela will make up for this felt sense of loss, and I have Leavenworth, with all it's cool peeps and climbing, to stoke me. But, I still feel some regret that I am leaving.
Oh well.
Seasons change.
I am on the road for the next five months-
July is only that.
Time & space & movement.



. . . And when we come to the end of mystery,
As to the end of history and romance,
Then will we be a new people?
But will we still have poetry, and will we dance?