So instead of following what I once thought was a forced path to social activism....I quit the whole damn thing,  moved to Flagstaff, hibernated for a while, somehow got magically transported to this spectacular job, and found myself picketing on Heritage Square in downtown Flagstaff last night in support of Second Chance Center for Animals (my employer).  Self-centered as it sounds...I think I'm made to do good things in the world, no matter how I get there.  That's an insight that settles me down inside.

Another contented insight: sometimes, two people are made to be together.  Dano joined me in picketing last night (he does care about the cause, but really just wanted to spend time with me...see legal battles below), then came to dinner with the Second Chance crew, stood on a chair and loudly and proudly proclaimed to the whole pizza joint what a great job we were doing.  THIS is my kind of man. 

Facebook followers, you know we hiked the Grand Canyon a few weeks ago.  Life-changing experience.  The hardest and best thing I've ever done...spiritually and physically and emotionally.

I'm still planning a wedding...after Second Chance's battles with Coconino County are over.  It's a long, long story, so anyone who wishes to know the details can visit www.secondchancecenter.org.  Basically: someone thinks we're too noisy, we think we're not.  There's an important hearing next week, after which I intend to take some time off.

The rain clouds are gathering over the mountains here and it's gorgeous.  My porch has happy little flowers all over it and I feel like I've nurtured something into greatness.