Whirling around me, the Orbit, in sparkles of green and gold, whistled me into their vortex. We spun downward into the Glen, where leprechauns became the wheels of my transportation. Trustworthy, sturdy--you can always count on leprechauns to get you where you need to go. Lol. I feel like I am rooting through the dark dirt on the ground, between the roots of the grasses. My focus is on my nose, following my nose as I move bits of dirt aside, to seek the flow of what is coming to and for me. I know the sun shines for me. I know I am well-accompanied. I can put my arms out to my sides and know I have the space to MOVE and BE. [I receive this as I dare to take a VACATION in California from my demanding life in Maryland.]