The third day of the fast. My whole body feels lifted. The hunger is gone. I don't feel the need to eat. The juices are so full of life. When I drink them they go straight to my heart, my blood, my brain, my memory, and I feel all emotions being transformed. It seems like faith in a glass. My fear cells are diluted and then flower into grace. Tony looks lifted, Laura and Gregg too. I practice the chanting, "god is breathing in me, i am breathing in god," and I question the time to bring me closer. It is now. i just want to be closer to The Great Author, let it be known that I am a humble and ready collaborator, on my knees I pray to thee...The Moon is so huge tonight, bigger than I've ever seen it. White as white can be. We're at The Hammertown House waiting for Gregg to finish showering. We're gonna take a night walk through the corn fields and howl our intentions. I'm in the holy old jeans and my I Pledge Allegiance To Myself sweatshirt, sitting next to the buffalo in bed. He's typing. I'm typing. The wireless connection is everywhere here. We're both reaching for light. Figaro's being his dharma self on the end of the bed and in a few moments from now it will be now again. I'll sit up and say, "ready baba?" Fig's ears will stand up all pointy and curious, his eyes will look at me with hope and devout love. Somewhere in his dharma Self he knows I'd never do a night walk without him, but still, he has to ask....Howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie X=h/m.