Wow.

I was given a gift yesterday, that I’m still completely amazed by.

I gave the giver the link to this blog; she’ll probably read it again. I don’t want to embarrass her too much. I’ll keep it brief: I’ve met this person twice; we both feel like we’ve known each other a long time, and she offered me a key to her house.

She did it to help me with fatigue when I’m sick again and commuting a lot, and probably just because she wanted to. She listened to an impulse she’d had all day, and followed it.

You want to know how to be open to the universe? Hang out with the people who hang out with me.

Safe in Stockton

Dirty, exhausted... and here. Trying to work up the motivation to dig for clean clothes and take a shower.

Had a really good day today. Ate lunch with a friend; she taught one of my classes, but I missed so much of it, that I think of her as a friend rather than teacher. She moves in the world in a thoroughly sacramental way. I want to open my own eyes, more.

If you live, open to the gifts, they will come.