Early July Thoughts

Last week, which was actually the end of June, I felt a Spirit with me as I walked out of this building and across the street. Usually, the Spirit is either my mother or some lady named Sheila whom I have never met but I know her name. The Spirit seemed mischievous so I assumed it was my mother. Sheila has never felt mischievous. Mostly, she lurks and seems worried. I can't ever see her face but I can definitely feel her distress. I used to think I was imagining it all but not any more. Sheila wants my help but I don't think I can help her. Maybe, some day I can and it will be obvious what I need to do. Thus, my indecision will no longer be a factor.  Today, she is around again. 

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