I’m writing this from my little palapas-roofed pavilion next to my pool overlooking a great expanse of the Pacific Ocean.
I’m here by myself because I told K that I was going to spend at least half of January in Rancho Santana whether she came with me or not. It’s 48 hours into my solo sojourn, and I haven’t admitted that I’m lonely and I wish she were here.
I haven’t left my property since I got here, working non-stop responding to emails and writing my blogs and book chapters. It’s just me and my laptop and all the thoughts I’ve been wanting to send out into the universe. So, don’t cry for me. You could only wish you were so lucky as to be here, working on something you think is worth working on, lifting your head and seeing this…
