Santa Cruz

My car was stolen. I wasn’t really that upset. At the peak of an intensifying climb of emotions, it turned out to be the avalanche that brought me back down, the wave that broke and left me washed clean on the beach. It came to be a lesson in manifestation, in patience and faith. And inevitably it aided in the thawing of a winter heart.  Let me back up, and let me tell it in several parts, as I can tend towards verbosity.

PHASE 1: WELCOME

PHASE 2: MANIFEST VISION

PHASE 3: KICKED FROM THE NEST

PHASE 4: ARRIVING BY BIKE

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