Musings, rantings, and dispatches from a rural homestead in hills of the Central Coast Wine Country of California. Hot flashes included.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Spirit in the sky
Everyone sees different things when they look at clouds or contrails. Today I saw a benevolent being with its arms outstretched, as if to give a hug. That's how I see the world, even though my sunny outlook is occasionally clouded over with disappointment or hurt, which is of course a universal experience. Most of my universe is still good, and I'll take that hug to heart.