Home sweet home. I was back in the kitchen just as soon as I could be devising new recipe's for back yard crops. I discovered how to make dandelion fritters and I've experimented between savory and sweet. Savory being the pick of my palette. Although the flight home was just as normal as any other I swore to myself that it would be the last time I fly for as long as I can help it. For I was crying like a baby through the turbulence as we descended into Denver. I was lucky to be wearing my big sunglasses that cover nearly all of my face because I was really scared and couldn't hold back the tears. It was shocking to me that it would upset me so much, but I just let the emotion unfurl. Better to live it then to have it kill me later. I was thinking how absurd it was to be trapped in the air 37 thousand feet above land zooming through the air at 300 miles per hour. If I have a choice I DO NOT want to die that way. I calmed myself by committing to the things that I would be willing to die while doing. Right then and there my job was to commit mentally, emotionally, and spiritually to the life I want to live, and to not accept any excuses for anything else. So the first task was to land safely. And I did. And the return home has been beautiful and welcoming and I feel the forces ushering me towards Bellingham. I have even possibly convinced two friends to move there as well. If there is no job to be had here in Longmont then I am going to make my own job which is to work full time on getting us over there. World, I am ready. Let's go. And for today I'll learn how to bake some pioneer bread and how to harvest something else from the back yard to eat as the pocket book is more than empty and I am "forced" to forage for food, a task I willingly love to do. And even more so is a skill that should be had. Onwards to this drizzly day.
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