Once again, Spirit has seen to it that I write something else. This morning I was going to discuss Misophonia, a condition that stems from how the brain is wired, but is experienced by sound sensitivity. My thoughts were in order, my daughter, my self and my grandmother have dealt with this syndrome our entire lives. But Spirit sent a dream instead. One that needs to be repeated for whom-ever or what-ever reason.
… And the tree was old, by hundreds of years. The branches were long and some seemingly dropped to the ground only to rise up once more toward the heaven, strong and capable, beckoning children to come … and climb… and play. The phrase ‘this is the tree of ‘life’ kept repeating in my head. I did not know the species, but the blooms were 2” in diameter white with a slip of pink in the center…
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