November 28, 2015, Chula Vista- I woke this morning, to a fabulously blue sky, with my body telling me it is still happy, under my care. Son got up, about an hour after I did, and with my support, tended to an urgent matter. A while from now, his second housemate will begin moving in. The day will revolve a bit around that process, and a small pre-planned activity. This last reminds me of my actual 60th: With Penny in bed asleep, eight of us observed the day with pizza, soda/iced tea and a small cake. Serendipity, randomness, have their odd beauty.
I will get outside, in mid-afternoon, and we will find a spot for hiking, for an hour or so. Then, I will change clothes quickly and we will head out for dinner- most likely in Little Italy.
I spoke, yesterday, of people departed during this 65th year of mine. Some were friends of many years’ duration. One was a cousin-in-law. Too many of my friends lost a parent. I sense the Divine Concourse is now that much fuller with well-wishers.
There were some goals fulfilled in the past twelve months: I made it to southeast Alaska, Vancouver and Victoria, San Antonio’s missions, Santa Barbara and Panama City, FL. Haida Gwai’i, upper Vancouver Island, Half Moon Bay, and Kelowna, BC remain on my radar. I found a blessed spot, Aanacortes, WA, which could easily be the next Prescott in my life, should the Universe direct me outwardly. (No such move is imminent, though.)
I did not have any further association with Mountain Oak School, but proximity to Mingus Springs School has led me to close a significant gap in my skill set, and if nothing else, my value to school systems in general increases with the elementary teaching certificate that I will obtain, within the next month.
My Faith community is more focused, and I will be active in that process. Also more focused is my work with essential oils, and business cards, at long last, will bear my name and hint at my skill set.
So, as the journey begins anew, I look outside at a beautiful San Diego day, and see what my life will face, going forward. Tomorrow, a new year will find its basic outline.