
It’s the last full day of our writing retreat at Mesa Refuge, where I’ve been rising everyday to Mexican marigolds surrendering to the air as I make my way to the writing cabin whose entry is a portal of velvet sage and forgiving lavender. The crows call and I smile, my family followed me to Point Reyes, California to keep watch. I'm preparing to do a table read of a spell I conjured in bed yesterday morning but first, I wanted to come to the altar of my keyboard to thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for listening. Thank you for helping make space, for taking the words with you and giving the vision legs. While on this retreat it occurred to me all we really need …
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