Indian Summer
With but a few days before the Autumnal Equinox I savor in our NorCal "Indian Summer". This comes fresh each day with bountiful fog (which is nectar for the Redwoods) and then an afternoon of expectant sunshine surprise. This summer for me with my travels and personal "journey" has been a tousled sea of arid, dry, anxiety, stress, fog (both real and emotional), surprises, adventures and times of spiritual drought. To this I make this minute post. I have so much to say about "this long strange trip", but not really the right words to put it plainly or descriptively. A close friend recently said perhaps all this "unravelling" I am experiencing is to bring me to that place of surrendered "control". Which really is a cramp on my style, being a hoarder of control. I am glad to know, that despite my ability to completely understand and grasp it in my hour of desperation - God really has "the whole world in His hands" and I...