So now I may find something to reveal with this sunrise posting. It doesn’t have to be a big thing. It just has to be because something is arising within us – always. Because Spirit is around us always everywhere. And my handwriting doesn’t have to be perfect for me to read Spirit’s message. Though most of what I write is yadda, called thinking. There’s nothing wrong (or right) about it. I may mean one thing and write down another. Or I may write one thing and read back another. Therein may be found “Spirit’s message.”
Dreamt about John deLancie – that I went to his house with a script. Saw he was selling his monkey (monkey mind!) He stood off in a corner and I felt he disapproved my being there, so I left without speaking to him.
Sunrise-not through the lemon tree in my own back yard. Wondering if I’m tragically disappointed about never meeting John deLancie – about all that being a fantasy I wasn’t able to manifest. A dream-not-coming-true. Well, what I’m going to say is Thank You for this journey with this fantasy that brings me right here still writing about it. That’s all I know. That this right here is my yellow brick road. Colinic and all, lemon tree and all, Thursday and all. And exactly as it is, I know that everything works together for my good and I say YES. I trust in God and bless John deLancie on his yellow brick road….wherever it may lead him.
We must re-learn to be alone. Instead of planting our solitude with dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter, and companionship to which we do not even listen. It is simply there to fill the vacuum. …Anne Morrow Lindbergh