There is something to be said about returning home. Sonoma’s heritage is the matriarchy of the North American Continent. It is the cradle of alchemical magic and there has been no other place on Gaia that has touch my heart as deeply or called out to invite me home.
My heart swelled by the elves and devas as I entered the western gate into Sonoma from the plains of Petaluma. I continue to be grateful for this place I call home.