Pastor Michael just called. They are in Santa Monica and Aunty invited me to spend the evening with them. “Is it too far for you to drive?” she asked. ARE YOU KIDDING! I would drive pretty far right now! Anyway, They gave me directions and after the mail comes, I will head out. Who knows, maybe God will open a door for me to talk to Aunty about this. And maybe not, but I know I will still love being with them. Somehow I have to get back for Maxine’s wedding. I just have to.

Anyway, now I am just sitting here waiting for the mail—which is hours away. I want to go out for a walk or something but I don’t feel real energized. I feel out of it physically—like moving too much is a strain. That is just my body crashing, not enough sleep and the vitamins. When I take my vitamins early they tend to make me feel a bit ill. But I can’t eat more than I do so early. Today I had a big bowl of bran flakes with an organic banana!

Anyway, I have lots to do here before I go out for the evening. I am sure it will be a long day once I go—which I am totally fine with. It is nice, but a bit ironic, that the best times I am having here are with friends from Dallas. But then that is probably what makes it nicer, you know. So today I will do dishes, fix up my room, hang remaining pictures, organize a bit—and then leave. It will be my first trip to the ocean since arriving in LA.

It is so interesting to me how things happen. Who knew I would grow so much closer to Pastor and Aunty after I moved?

I read my Bible for a long time this morning. I am in one of those modes where I would kind of like to go to church and just sit and listen. Not sing, not dance, not anything but listen. Unfortunately I could not do that. If I were to sit through a service, my goodness, the concern expressed would be annoying! Are you okay? We missed you dancing. I can hear it now. It is more trouble to do that. Yet that would be perfect. Even we dancing girls need to be quiet and reflect sometimes. My closest friends realize that and would think nothing of it. But, quite frankly, it is not worth the hassle.

I love dancing more than I love anything in this world that is a thing. In fact, only two elements at all are greater in my life. Above dancing is Robin and above Robin is God. Other things fall below—some close below, and some further but that is how important dance is. But there are times to this day, five years, five months and one day after the very first time my feet left the floor, that I wish I had never discovered it. There is nothing that has caused me greater pain while giving me great joy.

Nothing.