California, Take Two

The last time I was in California, I was in love. Now, I am not. There are thousands of things that happen in one years time.

I came back. Not to relive that rose bloom summer, but to regain the pieces of me I scattered along the Pacific. There is a story of how I got here. And, there will be stories to follow; stories of California, of the L-RD, of wine, friends, longing, learning, reading. As to not forget, I will write.

This is The Year of Forgiveness.