So if we’re really spirits playing out this hysterical story of a life, that means there is no reality but what we make.  The mess on the desk, the disturbance of a friend’s comment, the ticking of the clock saying “you’ll be late if you don’t get going!” are all illusions of a truth I make up as I go along. 

I’m quite a good story teller.  But there are days when the plot gets slow or boring.  Other days when I ask myself, “where the heck is this going to go?!?”

Today Sweet One, let me make a good story.  One of natural beauty, singularly time-space breaking bird song, deep soul connections and giggles.  There is nothing like laughter that breaks all time, all space, all dimensions apart into a spectacular NOW!