Let's see, things are quiet and happily in motion over here. It seems I'm storing up my juice for the Companions for the Journey retreat, which begins tomorrow. Some companions are already en route, and I'm taking a move from my mother's playbook: try to do as many preparations ahead of time as possible, so that when we're together, we can just be together.
I'm gathering good things, thinking all the time how strange it is to feel like Christmas Eve in February. It literally feels that festive. I vacillate between feeling like Santa Claus and the little girl who knows she's about to get something unfathomable--something she's always wanted and for which she is still stunned that she was even bold enough to ask.
So I guess that explains this daze, this happy glow on a rainy day in February.
I know this, more and more every day: there is no other way to be than together.