Dreams of Air

So, obviously, Morgan hasn't posted a blog yet. I will keep dreaming of his poetic words dancing on this page, and maybe he will have a thought or two to share.

I sort of keep mentioning the idea to my Mom. Of course, that in all honesty is the clincher of the decision. Mom & Dad. I love them so.

Morgan has of course mentioned the idea to his parents, who live in Maine, so yes, they are quite giddy indeed. He just mentioned the idea to his buddy who also lives in Maine, and yes, he too is quite excited.

Of course my work Mom just brought me Christmas presents. Hot cocoa and hand knitted slippers. And she is almost done with knitting slippers for Morgan too. I work for a wonderful organization. I can always work for the same organization in Maine as well. Just not the same people.

Last night when I was sleeping I thought about humidty. Then I thought about dry heat. Then I dreamed about arguing religion with my friends' mothers, who weren't really their mothers but were in dream land. Maybe it was the hot air. Who knows. Bizarre.

As I write this I think of living in a green area with trees and water and a yurt.

Peace.