It’s hard to conclude how these things happen. But somehow I find myself awake to a new year abuzz with activities whose seeds were planted on days so complete in themselves, that it never fully dawned on me they’d sprout to the present stage of their endeavoring lives.

But here is Jerry the Hamster, needing just one more lap of focus before her knocks on publishing’s door.

On Sunday, I travel to Antigua for this opening of the 2019 school year for The Integral Heart Education center. The 4 months fundraising in the US has put us into a position to operate into our 4th year.

My 3rd (and so dear!) poetry collection, “All the Beloved Known Things” will be out with the spring and my dear Icelandic brother Baron has just begun the illustrations that is making it so much more!

And here Karuna Atitlan is, emerging from the landscape, a team of seven in my in men hoping to finish the floors by next Friday.

Things have escalated quickly. Yesterday, I braved a rough stomach to throw the guys in the end of the year holiday party. Amid pizza, I thanked them for having brought us this far. I told them that I wanted them to know that we appreciated all their hard work and that as Karuna is now providing 7 jobs we will promise to always have it give back to the community and hire and teach locals.

And farther off in the valley, I dash off today to a small plot I own tucked away in the valley away from the gringo development. The long skinny piece has a 10 ft.² ridge to the odd side of the public walking trail — there I’m going to have a little Asian stupa built, where the few people walking this now remote path can stumble upon a mystery erected on a far flung corner of some seeker’s imagination.