The Fox   

 

Fifteen years ago I lucked into a great living situation - ridiculously affordable rent - for a decent sized separate apartment - that part of a bigger household - in a quiet neighborhood - nestled away in one of the most rustic spots in Marin, but still just 15 minutes from the Golden Gate Bridge.   There we are – a touring musician - a nurse and me …  like ships passing ships in the night.  The atmosphere in our house is good - generous, compassionate  and honest.  The views are spectacular - out across San Francisco Bay in one direction, up to Mt Tam in another and out upon a neighboring grove of redwoods right next door.  It’s the closest thing to living in nature I could ever hope for.  I even sleep outside on a bed on my deck, except for the few nights a year when it’s raining.  Deer live in the back yard and one night I woke up with a fox eyeing me curiously on the railing of the deck a few yards away from me.  

 

In our neighborhood just about everybody but me, is making oodles of money - all quite respectably of course.  Yes, I could have followed that path in life, but it wasn’t for me - I was looking for the proverbial - something more.  Sometimes, I think I’ve found it - in a particularly fascinating conversation with a passenger or like that night with the fox.  Sometimes with passenger we establish a fleeting but soul connection - just like that night with my furry friend there on the railing.  Soul communication is the real stuff of life and I treasure it in any form.  Now I'm trying to bottle it up for your consumption.  Just as that fox shared some of her secrets with me that night, I’m sharing my secrets with you - but only under the condition that you promise to keep them all inside your soul - just where they should be.