I parked in Corte Madera and walked to Larkspur along pumpkin-filled streets. Halloween was obviously beautifully celebrated there last night. It was easy walking unlike where I live. An older woman walked ahead of me on the bike path and when I caught up with her, she stopped to chat. I was reminded of my mother. I ate lunch at the Ward Street Cafe, a charming place, and received a wonderful haircut from Simone. She had just returned from two weeks in Mendocino and was happy to just cut my hair while I sat there with my eyes closed, feeling tired.
When I got in the car, there was a flash, like a shooting star, but in the car. Who knows what it was, but I choose to believe my mother checked in to say hello.
I am going into the city tomorrow. My friend Terry and I are taking a shamanic journeying workshop and decided we didn't want to be driving, so we will be tourists and walk about the city and have a full day workshop on Saturday and again on Sunday.
These feel like special times to me. I feel Tony close. I feel that when someone I know dies, they hold the portal open for me a bit, and it is the time of year, when the veil between the living and the dead is considered to be thin.
I don't know why I am awake tonight, but I am. I am awake in peace, comfort, calm and the shared arms, roots, branches, and legs of love.
I give thanks for living cared for and blessed.
