Yesterday, between snow showers, rain storms, and apparently earthquakes here in Minnesota, we had a spot of sunshine. Having an opportunity to play a bit outside, I visited the town I used to live in, and a garden I used to play in, for some playing in the dirt.
So, I raked a bit, hauled a bit, and visited a bit with some old friends, all in all a wonderful and refreshing morning. I said good day to plants that I have known for years as they emerged from the sun warmed soil, listened to birds, and the sounds of old voices.
Me, I am a great believer in signs, and I ask for them consistently, hoping, always hoping, for a bit more insight into my journey here. I am not sure the path I am on, but figure I will be there eventually. So back to my perpetual questions; I always ask, being a not patient woman…WHEN? when will I understand, when will I be there? And I had been asking that same question while I worked in the garden.
I looked down to see a slip of white paper fluttering in the breeze. Picking it up I read, on a Fortune Cookie slip…You are almost there… Hmm, now what do I ask?
Tilly Evan Jones 
Apr 30, 2011 @ 18:44:53
So appropriate! Love you!
May 03, 2011 @ 03:56:41
You need not ask, for path be layed, before your current query, heart be strong and shining bright, ne’er will you weary. For light will come from deep within, there be no mortal sin, to seek the path that leads though strife, your soul be filled with life. 🙂
May 08, 2011 @ 13:02:08
Blessings on you my far flung pirate. Methinks thou hast woven a magical spell about me with thou words.