The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot
For some reason, I’m finding it harder and harder to sit down write. The grandkids journal in which I tried to write in every couple of days… I just can’t do it. Just not sure what the problem is, but I hope I can find it and correct it soon.
I had another one of those dreams where I was with old friend’s night before last (Jan 17). I was with people that I knew, but at the same time I didn’t really know them. What made the dream was the laughter and talking. Sure we laugh and talk at work, but this was so different. To say the least I was upset when I awoke and realized it had just been a dream.
Do I believe in dreams? No. I believe future is we make it and there’s no way that a dream or any person can tell me what my life is going to be tomorrow or 100 tomorrows from now. I think our future is determined by what we do this second not by the stars.
I just had to write this… I wanted to save a good memory only if it was a dream. Maybe this was the Angels coming to visit me and I just didn’t know it at the time. Whatever… I enjoyed the laugher and company and you’ll are welcome to come visit again.
