My Dad rang this morning; he said he wanted to see how I was, as I’d been on his mind the last few days. He wondered if everything was okay. The cynical part of me thinks he saw something that I posted on Facebook last night, and he’s turning it around so it seems that…
Tag: Aligned
Worry
Dreaming I am walking in Hazleton, and then driving, but I’m not driving my car; I am driving a red top-of-the-range, brand-new BMW, and someone has given it to me for nothing. The car drives perfectly, and I feel right (aligned) being behind the wheel of this lovely car. I have someone in the car…