Monday, May 15, 2017

woke up

Last night was disturbing on account of what I had written on the blog. But a friend on facebook sent hugs.Someone else on FB picked a fight so the anger also helped. But I read a few pages of 'Course in Miracles'. I don't understand any of it but I have resolved to read through this, this year.

I think sometimes, even if stuff is gibberish, it just helps to soak in words that feel healing.

I like the Course in Miracles, though. It feels strong, dependable, and kind.

May the girl go home to love and light. 
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