A 30 hour drive & 1 new transmission...I made it from Minnesota to California.
To meet the baby in the belly and my amazing friends, the road was worth it.
Amanda flew out from Wisconsin for a weekend reunion which she wrote a better blog on than I would ever attempt to pull together (see
http://web.mac.com/amandaclarkkrause/iWeb/Site/Blog/Blog.html) After a great service and great people @
Unity in Marin, we headed back to the wine country. (You can click the link to hear the service on the web)
We toured the coast and played like old times. Nothing in the world beats the women in your life you came here to meet.
Amanda has since headed back to her husband and daughter in Wisconsin, while Lynn, Kenny and I settle into a new groove here in Forestville.
It seems as though they may be turning me into an organic farmer. Well, not quite. More like a farmer's helper. (See Kenny and Lynn's wine production-Banyan &
Hobo Wine)
We spent some time 'tying canes' in the
vineyard which was a purely peace-filled meditation experience for me. It beat the 12 hour drive I was about to take up to Oregon to attend a 10 day
Vipassana meditation retreat (next time around).
I will soon be eating farm fresh fertile eggs that we picked up along our walk from the farmer down the street. It is a stretch for my vegetarian mind, but after seeing that even the 'good' free range chicken folks sear off the little chickies beaks...it looks as though my conscience has little choice. Better to get a little hanky panky (as my Dear Old Grandpa used to say) then to ...aah-I can't even say it--
poor chickies.
It reminds me of one a quote I was most moved by:
The most violent weapon of man is the table fork. -Ghandi 
Recording in Cedar Rapids
