…we leave this morning for our return trip to San Miguel. Of course Richard and I are packed and ready to go and our friends have not even begun to pack…..in fact two of them are still asleep. I find that if I allow myself to get in my head…then I get anxious about the drive and the work that awaits me when we get home. But if I exercise my breath and allow more residential access to my deep belly breathing….then all is fine…definition becomes unknowable and I can ride the Mystery as it unfolds…I beckon the Universal…I envoke prayer…I dig deep into the tools that have led me here as I trade the negative for all that is…just this…and that is the POETRY to embrace. We are simply heading home…no big deal…living the Life…How cool is that?