Hey! It’s been a while. I’m certainly happy to be back at the keyboard tapping away.

One of the reasons for absence in the last few (almost 3!!) has been the opportunity to get a book proposal to a book fair in Germany. Last month a German friend mentioned he was going back to his homeland for a visit and that while he’d be there he’d be going to this book fair.

He said that he took someone else’s proposal last year and it got picked up! He offered to take mine–how could I pass up such a generous offer?? Couldn’t! That’s what I’m saying.

Unfortunately, at that point, the proposal didn’t exist. Still doesn’t, in fact. But it’s getting closer and I have some help which is super, well, helpful.

So that’s what’s been getting all of my morning writing time since returning from Minnesota on Saturday, which was after a week at Burningman, which was quite a blast–but you wouldn’t know it from me since I haven’t been blogging. Hmm.

I tell ya, when I have a gazillion things to write about, I find myself drawing a blank. Do I go back to some of the fun and sexy costumes at Black Rock City? Do I share the awesome conversation my dear friend Leila and I had in Minneapolis about courageously taking action even though the head is committing fantastic feats of self-sabotage? (that one’s going to appear in the next newsletter)

Or do I look into the fear? The cold-hearted, brutal possibility of a repeat situation from last year that I desperately hoped would never, ever happen again? I’m talking about the cruel possibility of fall frosts ruining the figs before they ripen. Oh the pain!!! (Sometimes melodrama is good, right?)

Let’s cut this rambler off at the pass and call it good to be back online. More and more interesting subjects to come. (Gee, maybe I could talk about the book or something?)

Hope you are well, enjoying life, and have felt a huge, whole-body smile at least three times in the last month.

By the way, the photo was taken at Burningman. The temple in the background received the prayers, hopes, and angry words of thousands of people before being burned down in one big ceremony. The pose-ies are the fearless owners (Mandy and Amanda) of our local (and my favorite) yoga studio Wild Mountain, my fab beau Mark, and myself. In this order: Amanda, Mark, Mandy, Shawn.