We'll skip over the solar drain down issue from last night and start with honoring Brigid with a biscuit and butter this morning (delivered by traveling partner Michele) for astrological Imbolc.

Then it was off for some retail therapy at Ikea in Tampa before heading to Davis Island Dog Beach for the afternoon. Big ships and small boats, huge pelicans and small something or others.

Today is the fourth consecutive day I have spent time at a beach. THIS is how I dreamed it for so long. So many years. So many dollars. So many problems ... like last night which we aren't talking about. This dream, all this magic, happened once I got out of my comfort zone.

I met another van dweller who showed us where we could park for the night. I am feasting on blackberries and shrimp and full of joy and gratitude.

May Imbolc bless you with strength and the promise of spring’s rebirth.