I spend most of my time walking the Hollywood streets. I get stopped in my tracks by creaking trees, or racoons making their way through heavy brush. I have even had a few stand-offs with coyotes who clamber down from the Hills. Each time I have these moments, I ask the Moon if one way is better than another, if I am listening to my heart, if I am in line with the Soul of the World. And each time I expect a voice, my heart beats loud enough for an answer. So with my heart in my hand and the unknown in front of me I step forward and continue to listen.