Called back, I fumbled my way to my door and entered my temporary home sweet home. Out there in the woods, I worried that I might discover other little roommates of furry, winged, or crawling kind, but there was nothing for which I was grateful. Then I washed up and got back in bed, thankful that it had actually gotten a bit warmer, as often happens with kooky Bay Area weather. I was able, thus, to hunker down with my mom's missive, something she'd given me before I'd even left Ann Arbor, something I'd never been able to read all the way through. But that night she was in the room with me, and I felt oh so empowered. Tino suggested we see what the night's dreams might bring us in terms of ritual. I slept eager to see if Doris would plant any seeds in my head.
to be continued...
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1 - Aaman
Neato - will have to reread to digest, but "I Am Luscious" reminded me of this drink my dad used to give me called "Rejuvelac" from Ann Wigmore's books, and wheatgrass juice too.
THe tastes of childhood...