great painter in the sky

sitting at our circle table in Port Hardy on Scott street Daylorus next to me, to write. i haven't lately... in my last spill, i haven't shared, i went in detail exploring my difficult relationship with the digital era as i developed a resistance to it's power to connect my heart n soul with others. it seems its become increasingly difficult as the years fly by n yet maybe i've become more present through it, integrated. now to release

today processing this north island experience since Port Alice, what happen... a rock thrown into still water, far before ready. now sitting at the desk in my room that has been a sort of sanctuary over the past couple of years remembering the last three homes where i felt under attack, no space of my own, it's been a coming back to this self as Saturn returns too

there is a new moon on my 30th in a few; a gift welcoming this decade. i'm grateful. i get distracted that i forget the most natural state of being is in a state of trust in the unknown. of listening; I put in our notice to move from here... i was born a nomad, it's been my blood to move, to be away from my roots, my home. forever displaced i seek a space with haste where i can connect to the life forms surrounding me, with mother nature n human kind. 

the weathers been changin' out my window, first an intense rain n' now snow softly falls in the rainforest. the most direct connection to the heavens when the water falls, frozen or wet it's  a direct line to the divine