~painting by Rosemary Claire Today is my Mom's birthday! Where would I have been without her? Read this poem by Jewel Mathieson again today and well, it just about says it all. So, thank you Mom, for teaching me how to dance! WE Have Come To Be Danced We have come to be danced not the pretty dance not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance but the claw our way back into the belly of the sacred, sensual animal dance the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance

I want to say that the hurricane mishigas blew me off course but I know in my bones I'm right where I need to be. Feeling I could lose everything with a CAT 5 on the way sent me into a flurry of putting up shutters, backing up essentials for each member of the family and then some, preparing for a life of "camping in the sub-tropics" and finding a place to ride out the storm. We were lucky that the hurricane lost its initial power when it hit and we were so happy to have been