Here we are treading carefully, taking steps from waterlily to waterlily.

The sun, at the peak horizon of the sky, the fog hardly filling the valley, and coffee bubbling and ready to share.

We see the cacti are flowering, some of them anyway.

Deer roam in and out of small, scrubby trees and people on horses fill the distance with activity.

Good to be here, we’ll welcome you soon.

Start by breathing, then ice cream. We wish for that simplicity.

The wisest instruction this side of the fence.

But. Then. What?

Create Your Own Sage.

That’s confusing, if you want to be puzzled permanently.

Make that change.

Slicing note-books by the pound.

Each part was preceded by a simple question and a greeting in a language we did not yet know.

It was like orbiting the world on a silk-lined throne with one’s favorite chocolate yogurt in a silver cup to one side.

If you have not yet had such an experience, surely your bank can advise!

Of course we would never seriously suggest getting wisdom from a dinosaur – we’re not that cruel, nor our sense of humor so wicked.

We are gently stroking our brow and relaxing our gaze as we speak.

It’s all going to work out fine.

Beach update in the mountains.

Ask for more and relax while achieving the impossible.

Dancing while writing a boring legal document that’ll have enormous effect.

Singing while removing the bandage which has sealed the body from air particles of healing wisdom for decades.

There is surely a theme.

Growing up to be an adult sometimes seems like a minor sentence.

Occasionally – sometimes, very often, it’s a treat. Sometimes it’s fraudulent.

We wonder about the other, about you, how is it?

Things become too complex like a maze of concrete fixed so solidly in the ground. We cannot move it.

Finding the demolition experts, that’s what we need. Then, we can sing!