I went to bed at a decent hour for once. Not for long though. I woke, gratefully so, to the thought that I didn’t get the eggs out for the hunt in the morning. Now that I’m up I might as well do what I usually do and scribe here. Keeping it short and reminding you to blast your heart open because it’s heart time on this planet. When I’m back here, I feel the heartbeat of Gaia indeed…looking forward to the hunt tomorrow in this space where the unknown feels more manageable here. I don’t have much room for error at my age, but awfully glad I caught myself on this one because someone has been waiting for this morning for weeks now.