I'm a big fan of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Road trip planning has led to enthusiastic re-researching of her life so I can make sure to see some of the places I so vividly imagined while reading her books as a child. But I am slightly disillusioned to find out that SHE NEVER LIVED ON PLUM CREEK. There might not even BE a Plum Creek, much less a home that was ever dug out on the banks of it. And that was my favorite book of all, although maybe tied with the one where Almanzo courts her in his horse and buggy. AND the one where they live in the Big Woods, which is in Pepin, Wisconsin, which exists, and which I will go to to pay homage.

New vision taking shape, one that has always been there in my heart, one that pulls together all the very many different realms of my creativity and interests. The challenge, however, with this vision, is that involves patience, and sustainability, and not freaking out and running away. But the Universe is telling me I'm ready to build. The album was not the be all end all I made it out to be. It was just a brick in the foundation. And a huge, necessary learning experience. So, feeling better, and feeling the craving to head up this new path into unknown territory. The territory of balance and being grounded in my body and learning business. I don't like any of those things. And that's why I have to take the path. :)