Last week my Darlin'Man toured Lear Khekwaii on the Kenai Penninsula (where Seward is; next week will be the Seward Penninsula, where Nome is). They went, among other places to Homer, where the road ends at the sea, and volcanoes rise above the shore, and people make Alaskan wines and meads. I've never been, and would dearly love to spend a few weeks camping down there.
Coming home he brought me gifts: Three Things.
1- a sea shell from the shore
2- Coffee beans from a local roaster
3- a set of 7 notecards, each an image of a chakra. The cards were drawn by inmate in an arts-in-the-prisons program, and the proceeds of their sale go to supporting said program. I like to think that he (the artist's name was male) found some solace in attuning to these vibrant and transformational energies in his own body while he was dealing with everything that comes along with a prison term. Maybe he found some healing for what ever wound led him to commit whatever act landed him in jail.
My Darlin'Man knows me well. I cherish all three of these.