And now...

 Just realized I've not ventured over here to Blog Land in some days. Energy level has been a tad low, but life has been grand. Involved in a number of things and busy.  I need to wrap up the God and I series and have an idea about what to write so stay tuned. So, until then, take care. 

Dreams before dreaming

 We can't hear you in training. 

When I walk in, do I want to see the same?

Nothing really strikes me now about the message except the moment. 

Hidden away in the recesses of the mind are thoughts unencumbered.

Something's wrong. It's about right, it's not right. 

Because we are not one to pretend, we remove our mucous. 

Dreams before dreaming

 No...to make her feel good.

Well, you got your room running just like I have, Steve.

Everybody feels touched by a monster.

I imagine mother hosting this dinner magnifies mother's misery.

Now somehow subway, Helen.

We can't hear you in training.

We're going to be debating this for several days and we don't have a different response.

Dreams before dreaming

 I told them, "that's why I am going to your weddings". 

There's room here to be right or wrong and we're here to tell you. Right or...

Everyone, let's look on that check, please.

How can you tear down six years that you're going to build tomorrow?

Lydia's leaving...she's losing herself.

I will labor for every single ounce for this camp. 

Come on, make those changes in question. 

 There's not a lot still  to write for bringing God and me up to date although we won't be finished until my last breath.  I'm in the middle of something right now regarding health, decisions to be made and God's part in it all. It might be good to postpone writing for a few more days until things are sorted out.  

I don't mean that to sound like I'm about to kick the bucket. I'm not. At least I don't think I am.

Life is really good at the moment. It's beautiful. I'm more alive at the moment than I've ever been in life. And that's in spite of myself. Each day is an adventure to unfold. Sounds so cliche but sometimes cliches are real. Sometimes.

I can't wait to see where the remaining days take me whether that be five years, ten years or one year.