Throughout the Artist's Way, Ms. Cameron repeatedly asks us to take note of synchronicities that pop up in our life. HA. Let it be said, ever since beginning this journey twelve weeks ago (and despite the trepidation with which I began it) there has been nothing but synchronicity everywhere I turn.

And, though this particular phase is ending this week, for me, it marks a beginning.

On Wednesday, I catch a god-awful early flight to Seattle, Washington. From there I travel to the town of Port Townsend for 4 days of spectacular art immersion at Artfest.

Thank the Holy Roman God of Friends and Countrymen that I wasn't on a plane oh, about 3 weeks ago. That's to say, if it weren't for Janeen, I would have been arriving at Port Townsend a full month early wondering where everybody was.

Swear to god. The email exchange went something like this:

Nina: Port Townsend--cool. Let's hook up for coffee, or something.

the idiot child: Excellent-- it's March 1 - 5 so let's get together on Saturday the 4th.

Nina: Er, you sure about that?

the idiot child: Sure about the dates? Of course! I've bought my tickets and everything! I'm positive.

Nina: Um, the website is saying March 29th through April 2.

Whereupon I began a freakout on the highest order-- but let's give a shout out to Southwest Airlines WHO I LOVE WITH BODY AND SOUL who rearranged my tickets oh so sweetly without undue snickering at my IDIOCY. God.

And of course to Nina without whom this whole magical trip would've been a disaster of the sort that even I would have to step back and question my ability to function in the world. Because people, had she not alerted me to my dysfunctional date-setting-- I would have TOTALLY flown to Seattle and then had to turn around and come home.

*twitching*

But. Hey! I have guardian angels all around me just like Mr. Magoo and so off I go on Wednesday to an experience that promises to be amazing.

And, to top it off-- Liz is going to be in one of the same classes with me! Woot.

So-- I won't be posting here for a good ten days or so-- FYI. However, I would be remiss if I left Lil without her requisite Henry fix.

Of course, he's putting the total guilt trip on me, too. Here he is flashing his wound and giving me the big, you can't leave me eyes.

When that doesn't work, he shifts into play mode-- "c'mon, bitch-- catch me if you can, c'mon try and catch me."

And of course, when that doesn't work either, he addresses me in perfect French when he says, "tu t'en vas? Cela ne m'interesse point."

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