5:55

I decided to go to the arboretum this morning, to greet the new day with gratitude. The sun rose again, a miracle! Unironically. I brought my rainbow quartz orb, nestled in my bra near my heart. It looks like a stormy gas planet, the turquoise flashes illuminate the interior like lightning strikes. I always appriciate the ride in my favorite little metal bubble – cozy heated seats, acoustics to die for, speeding towards my destination in effortless bliss. The only niggle is remembering how insane it is to fly 80 miles an hour inches away from other giant metal machines. Especially, when I think back to my morning doomscroll and realize who I’m sharing the road with. Also, it’s my dad’s tesla, and I love the thought that Elon has a record of my every move. This started off so romantic! Damn it. Refocus.

The landscape is stunning once you pass Gold Canyon. Mostly. There are stretches that look like the sparse shrub terrain texture was lazily copy pasted over the rolling hills, but the hand painted, hand carved mountains are stunning. I roll my eyes at the “Gonzales Pass” sign, though I allow that starry eyed woowoo side to have its moment. I reach the turn that reveals the rocky cliffside the arboretum is nestled under. With the strong cast shadows from the sunrise, it can look like two people facing eachother, holding both hands. Starry eyed says, “Oooh, let’s manifest our own unknown someone! It’s probaby extra potent today. Goodnight my someone, goodnight, my love, sleep TIIIGHHT my someone one—“ go off queen. I am with you in sentiment, even though it’s too late to go back to sleep. It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes…..and leeeee– hey! She’s got me doing it. The corny-ness is contagious. I guess because we share the same head.

But, it’s time for me to go pray for love, while remembering in gratitude all that already have. Enjoy this valentines day ramble with your morning coffee, if you’d like: