I have no power to change anything but myself.
I will be making gloves again, as per a tiny dream while awakening. In that dream, my deceased daughter held up a short fingered glove and waggled it in front of her. She had asked me to knit for the cancer patients at her hospital. She never shows me her face, but I know it was Elle.
I'll also be concentrating on living one day at a time as kindly as possible.
I will let the president speak for me. I have no fear of this honest and thoughtful man. I do not have to worry about not having my voice heard. He speaks for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Working my way through the thicket of the American political scene. I am trying to not put any of that up on this blog EVER again. Meh!