Saw Eileen tonight. I gave her the cruddy wrong directions to Chat n Chew but she made it....looking drained and weary. It is blazingly hot in New York.
Anna, Leila, Eileen and I sat and tried to outtalk each other (okay, Anna and me). But the energy - as always - lifts me to a healthy place where I can fly. Eileen has given me my wings and I am finding ways to glide.
James, my younger brother turned me on to Abraham Hicks (?) and the necessity of 'going with the flow.'
The novel has moved to another dimension. I see how close I come and then rub my eyes and realize I'm so out of range and to apply the tools of the craft.
I am a work in progress. And I am blessed by good people around me. Eileen tells me she misses me at school, and I am humbled. Someone misses me. Me.
I miss you, too. All of you.
Thank heavens, here comes the thunder.
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