Dia de Los Muertos mosaic art by an old pal from the Tahoe Days, who is, these days, a longtime resident of Santa Cruz. This card arrived in the p.o. box yesterday. I still delight in receiving snail mail, aging curmudgeon that I am. It was sent by another friend in Santa Cruz. Where my babies were born, and much, much more.
It's been almost a year since I've seen two of my three kids. More than five months since older daughter visited us. That's nearly an eternity in mama time. Hoping to pull off a trip to Northern California at the end of this year to see my children and loved ones. Because the only tough part about this amazing existence in paradise is missing people that I love. Which is something I fully expected, so not a surprise. As long as I can get to the mainland once a year, l'm good. And then, someday...
So, am looking into possibilities. Knowing that each time I return to the mainland, and my former haunts, I am reminded of what's changed. And what remains.
