Week of Full Moon - March/Pisces I dreamed you were as playful as an otter, as confident as a CEO. Your speech was lucid and entertaining. You believed laughter was a form of prayer. The moon was your mother, the ever-changing weather was your teacher, and you danced to the song of the stars. Yes, there were weasely little pests yapping and crapping and trying to derail you from your oh-so-sweet master plan. But you were too fast for them, too huge, too noble. You not only saw but felt the big picture; you had learned to stretch your imagination to match the long reach of time. Made leaps of clarity with my work both art and writing Andy Covington died High energy work projects. Lots of accomplishments New level of communication with Jenna. Positive, less reactive. Incredible Lightness of Being, drawing Joyous moments. Deeply sad times. Incredibly cold weather. Like the mountains. I miss them.

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