the great return becomes the eternal slumber… i feel like sleeping beauty – didn’t she nod out for a hundred years? after 24 hours of continuous travel, what’s decadent about 36 hours of beauty rest? It was sublime, even the waking up every hour to bless the space between us, beloved as you continue to sing through me, calling our name… surely, you felt our one heart bursting wide open in infinite love and gratitude… they may be sleepless in seattle but we’re sleeping in portalandia, home to big dreamers and may they transform the old into the new…