A little over one week has passed since I last wrote.
I have to pause.
It feels so good to be back. I have missed being here with you. But you’ve been with me here at the cottage for every coyote scream, especially the one last night. He was so close it could have been a lick of my ear from his fanged mouth that sent those shivers down my spine.
And for every crashing wave, every sigh of contentment, every tear of total joy.
My gratitude for your love and support has no end. Much like the ribbits of the thousand frogs (and that is a conservative estimate) that surround me tonight. Or the constant crashing and swishing of the Pacific. Here in Bolinas nature is heard. Above her beautiful sounds I yell, THANK YOU!
And thank you in advance for giving me a hall pass for a few more days. HGM will return to a regular schedule next week. There is so much to ponder and to share. A new chapter has begun. With a bang. And then another 3 bangs. At least.
What happens when magic takes on anger? Magic wins.
Please follow me on twitter here. It helps keep us connected between posts. Monday I will catch you up on my landlords (a more suitable match could not have been made), Mr. Viking, the unexpected message from the husband of The Happy Dance Chick, and my adventures on the mesa.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for my birthday wishes, the funny, interesting, thoughtful stories and links you send to me, the messages of encouragement and kind words. And thank you to those who have helped in HUGE ways, especially a certain kitten who knows his way around real estate law.
It’s already clear that being here in Bolinas is magical. We’re going to have a blast together exploring the seen and the unseen on the edge of land.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Happy birthday, Cleo. Mine was on Feb. 19. As of that day, I can no longer sing “When I’m 64.” And, obviously, my Genius doesn’t “still need me,” nor does he “feed me.”
But that doesn’t matter, because your latest post is a breath of fresh air and true music to my ears.
N,
Happy birthday! You can sing, When I’m sixty-fly! Cuz you are…
Thank you for your kind words and birthday wishes. It’s been a wild ride. Thank you for being here, N. You rock.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Cheers to your new address! And a belated happy birthday to you, Cleo! (A Pisces? Me, too! That explains the love of the water.). Sending good wishes your way for this new chapter of you life!
S,
Thank you, m’lady! So good to be back, and so good to be home. It’s accurate to describe me as still stunned that I live here. Stunned. I shake my head a thousand times a day, a smile spreading across my face, no words to describe how I feel. I am so grateful to have you here.
Happy birthday! Celebrate you.
Love yourself,
Cleo
Oh, I am so glad you are back. I found your blog a week ago, and read it straight through. I am a few months behind you in “divorce time”, and your words gave me a little peace and hope that I can be stronger, and that my future happiness is not elusive just because my world was tilted upside down. I am not a writer, just a mom that is going to have her 25th anniversary the same week she has her divorce granted. I don’t know what I am going to be when I grow up, but I am getting some fun ideas from you. Thank you for sharing, I can’t wait to find out what is next.
R,
Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. It feels great to be back! Have to say, felt a little rusty last night. I was a little concerned that the right words wouldn’t be found. But tonight, as the rain pours down, then angles in the ocean winds, I feel the flood gates opening.
When I read your words, an image flashed of you on an improv show being told that the scene was to begin with the worst possible circumstances and end with the coolest outcome ever. Write your story, R. I want to read it. Thank you for being here. Stay close…
Love yourself,
Cleo