Somewhere out west of Calgary in the hills and mountains and rain and dark, I found the place. I'm tired and just resting on the bed a bit. Its so quiet here. Interestingly I thought the field my house was in was quiet, but it has nothing on this place. Out here its, still, calm. My ears are ringing. I will sleep deep tonight. And tomorrow up early and much more work to be done. Its good to be here, the quiet is medicine for my spirit, even if I have to work.