The last week has cruised by at light speed

The cold air makes being out on the water all the more magical. It is unknown to me why, but this is a fact I have confirmed with many other paddlers. Maybe it is the absence of many power boats, or the quiet that feels more profound as it settles across the water; what ever, it is felt, whether "real" or not.

Fountainhead's fall magic, credit Kat Ecott 2013

Maybe this is my Stargate

Speaking of magic, in my last post I featured a couple of shots of the two unusual white tail does we witnessed frolicking next to the reservoir. The day after Kat posted this:  "The white deer is sacred to the Chickasaw. They believe that if you see one it is a sign that you are on a path leading to tremendous growth and fulfillment. Cool!"

Credit Kat Ecott 2013

I am, and have been, full of magic and growth. It's not important to me that other people perceive magic, mine, or the planet's. Every magical thing to me is kept forever in the quiet center of my existence. Every person I meet who spends time considering life, art, magic, love with me lives there.

Speaking of magic, my pal Phil really gets it. I am so proud of him, that he has stayed true to his dream all along.

Brian asked me if I am married to my boat? I replied that I feel like the Solstice has a whole lot of potential and is challenging me to rise. I recognize it's a difficult boat due to its length and soft soft chines. But the difficulty in handling it gives me room to grow. It is part of my story now. Yeah, I guess I am a bit mated to her.

Mist-bow at Fountainhead

My ride

The friends I have made in the last few years, the ones who know me, really know me, have become part of my story as well. I have so much happiness, so much love for my friends. They are kind people; I have finally come to a place in my life where I am surrounded by good people.

I had to love myself for this to happen.

Credit Hector 2013

My husband is one of these good good people, my grumpy curmudgeon prickly-haired Lorax. How the heck did I come to such a good place?

the Lorax on a 3 dog morning