Meredythe Dee Winter
in the Enchanted Garden
January 9, 2011



I want to be a writer.
I want to do something I am or can be good at.
I want a simpler life.

I want to tell stories.
I want to be pleased with the life I have lived
and go on from here to live in the magic
that I had today.

I want to accept that this place
has been a dream,
that somehow in leaving here
I do like a turtle coming out of my shell,
that I do not need this place
and the endless contortions that it has taken
and would continue to take to live here.

Oh how great this day!
Oh how great the last few hours to do the
Plant Your Dream work with a lovely woman,
to watch her feel safe even though
there are ogres nearby who I hear were
acting out today while I was gone.

Thank God for the lock on my door.
Thank God for a relatively clear desk,
and a keyboard, and tools that I need to
upload images from this day.

"Tell me not in mournful numbers
life is but an endless dream."
Tell me yes that the dream I lived today
is sufficient to fill and fulfill a live well lived,
that can go on from here,
guided to more adventures.

5:23 pm
January 9, 2011






Hillcrest Farmers' Market,
January 10, 2011
We had fun and made video.


5:02 am

Been up for an hour.
woke up with body nightmares.
I wore blinders last night and did
not respond to stress reported from
outburst from person who has been
adding a lot of discomfort.

So much to think about.

I picked the Metatron card, thought.

Just read that Debbie Friendman, a dear person
and gift to humanity, died.
The Funeral is Tuesday about 80 miles from here.
Not a time for me to travel...but....\


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