Every evening the relentless winds blow the dirt paths clear. Every morning, evidence of evening visitors appear. Puma tracks, a hefty 4 inches. I thought I would have to go to the mountain, less than 2 miles from Solandana, instead, the great cat comes through here. The cougar, teacher of coming into your own power, assertiveness and decisiveness in use of personal power. Thank you. We are about to fence the pasture. A buffer will be spanned between fences, to keep human territory disputes away, as is the norm here. My heart is happy, these will provide wildlife thoroughfares, a fringe bonus. Thank you. These are Piskie prints (raccoon for those that don't know my slang). Solandana is complete, my most favored little Gods have graced this place with their wild presence. I am officially, in heaven. I am home.
