9 March 2013 DAY 322

Saturday, 9 March 2013 DAY 322 MOON 11 WANING 19%
The park was calling so Ezra and Dwana went to the park with me while Viena went a played at the pool with Papa Tim and Coco and Stacia. By the time I left, Dwana said that a large turtle came up by the reefs and popped his head out over the water. So cool. PLayed Marco Polo in the pool. Rested at the pool. Everyone playing so nicely. When everyone is playins so nicely blessings happen. I am not sure why I look and watch things so closely and try to make something out of nothing and try to follow different areas without knowing where they will go. Did not go on a run today, but maybe I needed the time off. I guess Mylon had his college entrance exam earlier in the day and tonight he is attending a banquet with a girl. We are definitely missing out on this part of his life. But we are missing out on a whole bunch in this short life. So why this week to lose a piece of my journal and piece of my life. A white dove messenger pigeon to visit and run up a ancient volcano and labradoodle and wild boar. Letters and written and words unsaid. And yet I have only wonderous words that I can speak and I am happy because of this. To look forward and to try and make the most of what is to happen. A third party connector, and so at that a reconnection was made and a conversation had, and she told me about her daughter elle born in between her and bridgin the gap and leaving no gap except she is a bridge and here the story of fracturing her ankle ad she slipped on the ice trying to pick up dog poop getting out of the car and wondering why we are all connected and why this happened on this week. and the help she needed with Sierra, I can only think and remember. I can remember the cold and remember the ways of how things work and I can tell at this point is not the point is not the time and maybe never, but a conversation was started and has been alot better than the conversations that I have had of late dealing with why I want to leave my job and this island or justify the actions of Dwana or Mylon, and how I should be responding to issues not of my creation. And the world of North when I think of things I do not think of things. I love so much the life I have worked so hard to create around me and the life that GOd blessed me with. And most of all I am thankful for all the people in my life that have made me who I am and I feel unique becuase of this and I know this was not created by an accident. The white pigeon was not accidental. A message existed, one that I thought might have been meant for Tim, but when I spoke of the story that it might be his brother Paul, he did not respond as if he needed to see to believe. and for him it might be right for why would a spirit travel all this way and then not be able to find the target of what was seeking. Pigeons are known for their accuracy and now I know that pigeon was a messenger for me and for me to do nothing except that … know “that something is about to happen … and is it worth it”. How long will we remember all these things. How long will it take to. To Bali and beyond. let’s get crankin on finding out all of this that is about to happen. Played at the swimming pool. Relaxed. Not going anywhere. We watched Coco until late. Pap Time came over and spoke. Viena and Ezra watched videos in the dome. Everyone a bit tired. What else.