Monday, August 12, 2019

Unexpected Sunday afternoon visitors.  We sit outside in the shade, eat popcorn and talk and laugh and talk.  smile.

During morning meditation at McGowan house my body keeps drifting off to sleep and then jerking awake.

I am surprised by the moonlight sneaking through the cracks in the window covers last night. 

Dead or alive I ask myself this morning.  I wait for an answer.