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My help cometh from the Lord ~Ps. 121) Hello, help please. (I shoulda asked sooner.)
How do they ever get back down?
I don't know where dreams, or nightmares, come from ... I'm actually afraid of heights ... I fear falling. In the dream I told myself not to be afraid (but I was ... and I am). Help please.
A couple of weeks ago we (my brother and I) were in the hospital quietly watching birds fly ... around, I would say fly by, but it seemed like maybe they were just flying around the area ... it seemed like the same birds. Tommy wondered aloud,"Do you think they have a plan for where they are going? They seem so intent, flying from here to where ever ... ". I thought about my three black cats who look alike. You wouldn't be able to tell them apart, but I can. I know them. They are very different from each other. Are birds like that? Do they have ... plans?
Last night as we drove down our street my husband said, "You haven't been here for three weeks." I've been away. Boxes full of my mother's things are all over my house ... and there is a shattered platter on the dining room floor, shards are everywhere (cat naughtiness I assume). Four cans of soup are on the grains shelf. Sammy is looking a bit Rastafari. There's lots to do.
This morning I woke up and walked Sammy. He is so happy to see me. Last night I hugged him over the fence ... he couldn't stop smiling and wagging his tail. I cried.
Behold the fowls of the heaven:
for they sow not, neither reap, nor carry into the barns,
yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Are ye not much better than they?
And that's what I'm going to try to do ... just gonna try to stay in the moment. Sweep up messes ... walk the dog, do some laundry, (smile) breathe ... try to sing.