Home again

Well, it took me two days back till fall into the habit of waking up at noon.

After my time on Short Mountain I think I prefer getting up when the light is bright enough to wake me up.
It was over a month ago that I arrived, each night at Be's house a silent blessing.
The hundreds and thousands of chattering bugs in the forest, the Hoot Owl, with his many songs, not far up the ridge.

These are the sounds that lulled me to sleep for three weeks. Then I came to the Sanctuary and felt out the energy on each ridge deciding where to camp.

I wish I had photos to share. Sadley my cameras memeory card failed due to user error. That company doesn't make 'Smart Media' cards any more. Nor can you find them on the web except on Ebay with the disclaimer that the card might not actually work once its in my hands.

So I left it in the Goat Boutique with the warning that it only had 1 photo of memeory on it.
Maybe someone else will want to take the risk of cost and shipping.

My Gathering at Short Mountain was full of bold surprises on my part and also sweetness. Something that has been elusive in the past at other gatherings.

I learned how to milk a goat. Several people here in PDX have told me that when they
were kids they milked goats and some of my exicitment leaves me. And yet it is my experience and it quickens my heart somewhat to think of those goats and how I had to be careful of their social order least I be challenged to a duel.

I made friends in those rocky hills. I fell in love with the smaill farms and the twisty roads. Those chickens and their eggs each day. I saw lightening bugs for the first time in my life and also walked the ridge trails from farm to farm.

I think if I go back I will remember what it is to work hard and love much.