Talking in Your sleep

Some mornings I wake up and hear a song in my head and I have to hear it and I go to YouTube and listen to it right after I have prayed.  That  sometimes starts my day...along with an inspired conversation via chat with an important friend from India or Pakistan.  

 I can hear the things that you're dreaming about . . . When you open up your heart and the truth comes out . . . I hear secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep . . . "  ―The Romantics, Talking in Your Sleep

I cannot explain why I tend to love people who live faraway more than people I come to know  in the same town or area.  The ones so near in this place can be so irritating . . . with phone and phone calls when I so hate the telephone and consider it man's worse invention  . . . Messenger or texting is so much better ... and less time-consuming.  I put up brick walls and not see them until I want to see them and then I take down that wall and put it right back up again after I have satisfied that need to see them.

These days I am taking the wall down more often.  Letting in new people but with caution and at a snail’s pace. ​

These days I am taking the wall down more often.  Letting in new people but with caution and at a snail’s pace. 

I have been stressed out over Chapter 3‘s weak beginning and other more personal matters along with my not feeling well.  

I am saddened today because my soul, my heartbeat, my life on the opposite side of earth is grieving over his cousin who passed away. I send much love and care and support to him and his family . . .


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(1) The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; the devout are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil.  (2) Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death. " ―Isaiah 57:1-2

One of my favourite things to do in a small southern city is visit St. Anne Church courtyard in the eastern part of the city and there is a little brick gazebo and a statue of Mary inside of it and rosebushes grow with pink and white roses and hanging from a pine tree is a wind chime that chimes when the wind suddenly blows in the hot sun.