This is enchanted land, holy land, sacred land. I feel it rising up through my feet and toes. My toes are lengthening and straightening. It is a vibration, a hum of support. Perhaps, it is always there, and I notice it more here, or, perhaps the newness of the land really does say, "Create sacredness, like me."
I don't intend to spend too much time inside with email, and I can only send from my gmail account here, so I may be a bit more sketchy than usual, though know I am fully fleshed and deeply full.
Though it says 12:29, it is actually 11:29 in California.