The Trailhead
It always seemed "The Dream" was beyond my reach. It was like my good friend Evita, Buenavita as I like to call her, says, it's like "You don't know that you don't know, ya know?". And sure enough I did not know. Would that day ever come and be THE DAY I started living my dream? Or would it be a majikal journey through an oracle leading to a portal... the day I woke up and started living my dream seems to be like a young warriors training, a practice of the way, and not nearly at the height just at the trailhead. Into the blizzard I drive!
