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?