now is a return to oz. the first leg of this journey ends where it began. since this is not a race i can just pause and breathe and reflect on the trip so far and not really plan  the next lap. so far i have learned that i am capable of leaving my refuge of 30 years and going out into space. i can survive the changes that go along with this movement. i recently read R Silverberg's The End of Winter about a clan that leaves its cave after 700,00 years of exile due to the climatic change on the earth. they go out and explore. that's how i feel. and now that i am back in the house in oz(as a guest) and back in the arms of my beloveds who live in this place i am feeling blessed, but not trapped. i can leave again. or i can stay. my guide is available at any time to remind me to focus on here/now. it is a sacred time (as are they all). saw graffiti last night on the sidewalk on duval street "give up" it says. and i will give this up, throw the cards up in the air and watch to see what they show.