9:36 AM Monday, September 28, 2020 (PDT) Time in Bermuda Dunes, CA
The Breath of the Creative : The Source Of Nourishment
I pray that I may accept everything that comes my way as a part of life. I pray that I may make use of it in helping other people.
I am anxiously awake and yet tired I wonder if we can really get all this packing done I hear the fan in Seths room I see the bright glow of the monitors in a dark office. I am wired and yet exahusted I pretend to know what Im doing I feel excited and hopeless. I touch the cool black desk top and I worry too much I cry indise for my past wrongs. I am still drinking coffee. I understand Seth should meet his father I say that but it scares me too. I dream beach days and sunsets on the coast. I try to be strong I hope I can do this. I am going to do it.
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