I'm ever on the watch for signs and, upon receiving them, find myself split into two parts. One part responds with amazement and cries: "You can't make this stuff up!" Another part marvels at the "coincidence" and wishes for something more definitive and specific. I like the first part better. (But I'd still like to receive something more definitive and specific.)
There is a sense of holding one’s breath in this for me... the words are thick with anticipation, making me hold on, chew just one more word before I reach the end of the sentence, and then just one more before finally revealing the interiority of such auguries.....
I'm ever on the watch for signs and, upon receiving them, find myself split into two parts. One part responds with amazement and cries: "You can't make this stuff up!" Another part marvels at the "coincidence" and wishes for something more definitive and specific. I like the first part better. (But I'd still like to receive something more definitive and specific.)
The best part of my life has been spent interpreting clouds....coming then going...no coming no going. Thank you David
There is a sense of holding one’s breath in this for me... the words are thick with anticipation, making me hold on, chew just one more word before I reach the end of the sentence, and then just one more before finally revealing the interiority of such auguries.....