Adding More Candles

It is my birthday. I came storming into the world on this day back in 1973. I was a couple of weeks late and my dad was off in Bermuda with the Navy leaving my mom with 5 kids and a lot to do. My parental grandfather's birthday was also October 2nd. He called my mother on the 1st and told her she had to hold out until the next day. Atta girl Mom!

I was born in Maine which I do not have memories of. We moved when I was 2. In later years, we moved back to New England and I did return to Maine. Looking back, I wonder what my life would have been like if I had grown up there. My parents grew up in upstate New York, but never returned to live there until the last few years. It was not until I had reached San Francisco and lived here a few years that I started to feel what home was. I did not fit in many other places. Throughout my life, I have called New Hampshire, Florida, Hawaii, Massachusetts, Tennessee, Illinois, Arizona, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and California home at one time or another. As I grow older, I still like to travel and explore. However, after a week or so I miss my life and yearn to come home.

I am thoroughly enjoying my thirties and life just seems to get better and better with each passing year. Your twenties are such a chaotic time and it is nice to finally settle and understand who you are as a person and where you want to go. There is always room for change, growth, and improvement, but on the whole everything is pretty fucking good.

I had a great weekend at Mount Shasta. The workshop was terrific and my interest in Native American spirituality continues to grow. It is some really cool stuff.

Hope you all have a great week. Cuidate.