The Universe Has Its Own Plans
Due to circumstances beyond our control, the move has been delayed for at least a week so I beg your indulgence a bit longer. Either the Universe (or our buyers’ mortgage company) has other plans for us.
Initially I was livid but I’ve mellowed out considerably, literally trusting that what is meant to be, will be.
Meanwhile, I can feel the narrators “nibbling” at the edges of my consciousness. They want to tell their stories but I’m too scattered and distracted by other things, both personal and political, to give them my full attention.
I’ll lie in bed before dozing off, and I’ll get an image or the first line of a story, and then suddenly my mind will shift to the pages-long checklist of all the things I have to do before and after the move.
So unless these narrators can lift boxes and move furniture, they’re going to have to wait. But, it’s not as if they’re in a rush…they ARE in the eternal afterlife, after all.
Once we’re settled in, I promise to be much more mellow, and hopefully I’ll soon have a bunch of new stories to share with you going forward. (We’re moving to the Woodstock, NY area which is Mellow Central. Even the wild animals are laid back. The bears will give you a “Namaste” before mauling you.)
Thanks again for your patience.