I was distracted this morning on my way to the kitchen for a bottle of water; when I arrived back to the dressing room I remembered my water. And it was there that a victory was achieved. I’ll take it! This time rather than berating myself for forgetting the bottle of water I prayed. I
Tag: Water
I’m having a reoccurring dream. I think there is a message in it. For me and perhaps for someone else. Old stains. Old stains. Dirty strains. Strains too deep, too wide, too dark. The white shirt is soiled. I am ashamed to wear it. But wait. What’s this? Water and an iron? It’s work. Applying
Suddenly as I was relating an incident to my beloved this morning, a message came that I am eager to write. I want to see how it develops. Snow. Snow is our beta. If in keeping with our previous betas that would be S.T. 🙂 Each of them have been similar and yet different. I
The White Stone 