Driving to South Carolina from N Central PA in recent weeks, the first leg took tired travelers through the broad, flat Susquehanna River Valley. A dream sunset lasted for hours in rain-purified early-spring greening... every kind of cloud that can be, was, and the colors were none I can name... all floating up against each other in harmonies riotous to peaceful and every in between. For one magical chunk of our lifetimes, about 45 minutes, each little bend we rounded brought a new secion of valley with a rainbow pouring right down to earth. In many cases these were at eye level as terrain changed. I counted at least 9 individual rainbows, some looking as though they began at ground and poured up.

That night continued numinous and palpable, with ever-more-powerful hymns and praise music pumping through the radio as we headed into new markets with genres new to us. (We all sang wordlessly for one dark stretch of highway in such a glory that on the return trip I swear i could almost hear our voices still ringing. Guess they were, in our hearts.)

Some of you special 'Cat friends of mine were prayed over in that evening in a most marvelous way that has no words but only love aimed heavenward for amplification and forwarding to your hearts. I would welcome a longer list for inclusion the next time such Power makes itself so richly available.

The next morning, rested, we drove through Fancy Gap and marked it for a stop on the return trip. Fancy Gap tiurned out to be fancy indeed, with people, food, music, wind, views, and precious little else. I am still learning the tunes on the local artists' tapes I picked up from the restaurant corner-- all future Mudcatters I hope!

The whole trip was washed through and through in this power. Some things, you never forget.

~S~