!! and yes, the colors are changing the cold everywhere. even in the north west, where i plant fall crops. sew winter clothes for painfully cool rich spiritualists we call "shanti" - im surrounded by redwoods deep in the forest- but somehow manage to not see them much in my day. i pray, every moment is a prayer to god i see- and everyone an amazing reflection of me. im not running away from selves ive been before anymore, i embrace them. ive never been with so many completely spiritually conscious loving supportive people before- ive never chanted the holey names so many times. ive never eaten so much raw organic food, and yet still, i promise you- it is the same stuff, the same life. i am me. but now i see that my wildest dreams can manifest if i let them. vermillion seems like a small box full of shapes that god closes and shakes up, and opens every once in awhile for me to look at- and the shapes change places. i still think of it romantically though. "oh vermillion fall, wood chopping and tomato canning- how splendid, i do think
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love light and kindness for your heart dear.
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