Yesterday had such a lovely dream like quality to it, as if I imagined it to be. I don't want tomorrow to come because it will lead me further away from it. Joy is so rare in my lonely little place and this year as my regular readers may be aware was pretty damn bad. So when these great and wonderful things happen make me a bit afraid. Tomorrow may easily snatch them away with its fears and routine and all the things I have to do. Today I painted and it was so successful one of those paintings that do not make me ask any questions, they just come out and have their own magic. It is not finished but it is so far along it is a rather stunning two days of work. I have such peace tonight, like everything is just going as it should. I am excited about who will see it, that always seems to help. I feel the motion of where I need to go, I am so directed, so focused. Yesterday someone pointed out some stairs on the way up the mountain I am climbing. I am taking them two at a time. You can always hope someone is climbing up with you and will share the view with you.