The Mount of my name



Someday, I hope to visit the mountain of my name. On this same journey, I want to traverse the north of California and see the Red Woods along the rainy coast. Camping will be involved. I like camping. I like smokey fires and the smell of pine. I don't like burnt eggs and soggy socks, but that'll have to wait for another episode.

The cooped-up-ness of this Minnesota March has my sober mind going twitchy and itchy. I am looking into the present with thankfulness, however and finding abundant gladness. For real.

Do you ever do that? Wake up and realize what an idiot you've been for not loving just where you are? ...something about chickens...heads...no longer attached-ness....I'm so silly.