The tarot cards say that I am surrounded in white light in my current endeavours. I believe this to be true, even though I often feel very confused, angry, and threatened.
I never did receive the second missive Lawrence assured me he would send this summer. It must have gotten lost in the mail, I thought. How could it possibly take so long to get here from Muskoka?
So I asked him what he’d written. And he told me he hadn’t. He never wrote that second letter. He’d assured me he would, and he didn’t.
It took me 17 years to learn how to cry. When I do so now, I will cry with my head held high; I will announce to the Universe, “Look at me; I have remembered!”