So as it turns out, my home is a yurt/capsule. Very appropriate I feel. Its kinda like New England's version of the Auroville capsule. It is just what I need, pretty far back in the woods. Can't even hear road noise. I feel that my being in transition is marked by a purging, or molting maybe, yes shedding.

'Releasing things that have now past, accepting things that have now arisen.' This is my mantra for transition. I am happy to be back in the pioneer valley, among my people. I think I will go out to see the UMASS fireworks tonight. Yes, things each have their season.

Happy 4th!