I arrived in Santa Cruz on Monday night. My Dad was waiting in the driveway. Home. I was directed toward the little house behind his. My own little cabin nestled in the redwood trees along a steep cliff overlooking a creek and the town lights. To be here is emotional. The sun and the brightness of the light combined with the loving bosom of my family create a very safe feeling. I am taken care of here. I regress a bit and become happily dependent and a bit spoiled. Even Bello feels the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders.