Blogette: Not a sandwich

Howdy, all. The city is pressing kind of hard on me now. I haven't done my Lawrence of Arabia trek for two years in a row and the spiritual spring cleaning is getting cobwebs. I'm a little stressed out and I need a big sky and lots of dry earth to sift my soul into. I love Portland and most days, I love the climate here but this time of year I need a few days of 70 degrees, shorts and a saguaro cactus (okay, maybe some sage and a coyote, too.) Right now I'm an Essene without a scene. (pardon the pun). Perhaps, if I read some Rumi I could slip into a mystical space. There's a monastery not far from here. Maybe I'll sequester myself there when the term is over. In the meantime, I'll ruminate on the wisdom of the Lorax since it's Dr. Seuss's birthday. Would anyone care for green eggs and ham?