…see how I lift these words from a song, see how they fly…. So Richard is up in the States and will be home in a bit less than two weeks. I am settling in to my alone time. There is a part of me that would just love to escape and veg and indulge and be impractical and and eat all the wrong things…but I believe I am moving over, Rover, and letting Jimmy take over and following the trail of the muse in the slipstream of breath and folly. Last night I went to a play at this rich fellow's house in San Miguel. The play was fun but a bit contrived. I found myself comparing the play to the radical theater that I had witnessed and participated in while living in New York back in the 70's. I found myself looking at the hip boomers of San Miguel dancing their social dance (me included). I find that I separate myself and fall into comparison which is so tired…this is all part of me and not necessarily about Richard. But within my "short comings", I find that Richard is there for me with his support and love. That makes me quite grateful and I feel honored, So despite the fact that my partner is way up in San Francisco, I feel our connection and I take refuge in the knowing of that which we are creating together. Watching myself in all this comparison, I know that I will never be the coolest kid in class…didn't work back "then" and it won't work in the present. So I find myself dropping out of school continually throughout my life. Learning…Learning…Learning. My gratitude lies in the fact that there is another soul that I am traveling with and I cherish this gift…this has been a love letter…….