Living on an island [Mallorca] in the Mediterranean does mean that with all the water around, or weather is somewhat different. However, I have lived here for 5 years, and since Monday evening the island seems to have one huge dark-gray cloud that is not going anywhere quickly. And I am not a meteorologist ...

Last night as I got ready for bed, hoping that it would be a peaceful entry into slumber (Which it was), I was inspired with the idea how related our memories are to our fantasies. The images in my head are the same.

Who is with me, having read that each time packing up and leaving was going to get crazier and more hectic (worse) and that be prepared, the next time you might only have time to pack a bag. Back in February, something catheclismic happened to me, now, one week ago at the end of June into July, a repeat.

My personal journey with ascension has had intense periods mixed with months and years of 'rest'. At the moment, the roller-coaster of ups and downs and ins and outs is churning; and I am pleased to note that I can stop in the middle of the upheaval, breathe and continue.

I remember years ago working with the artistic meaning of ritual. It helps me do chores, especially washing up or laundry ...

... yesterday, after getting so much input in the last few weeks about, 'Yes, you are a creator!', I did the next best thing I knew I could...

I BAKED BREAD (from scratch & without a machine).

Each slice now reminds me how majestic life is.