11:08 p.m.

It’s late now Sunday night. What a difference 24 hours can make.  I survived yet the latest storm.  A duzzie of a storm it was!!!  Has anything changed? Yes, and no.  Elizabeth came in tonight.  Instant everything is wonderful and going to be okay!  The sister I never had.  Sometimes it feels as such.

I did manage to get through the day by swimming in the pool.  That always helps.  Lilly and Pete being home helped too.  They were gone last night.  I did some writing on one of those message boards where I took on some that I personally find scary.  I’ve wanted to do this for a time.  Sometimes I allow things to get to me too much.  Really, I need to get a life.  There is more than the internet and message boards!  When did I get so addicted?  So passionate?  I guess it helped with my melancholy, woe is me mood.

I thought about my kids a lot.  I hope it never came across that I blamed any of them?  I really don’t. I think Amy does the best she can.  Joel’s too far away to really do much about it.  Then there is Jason. Well, I’m not sure what to say about him?  It is what it is.  I continue to pray for him tho.  But then, I pray for a lot of people.

Paul McCartney continued to be the high-light of my day as the dream remains so clear in my mind.  As Elizabeth and I sat out on the deck tonight I told her of my dream.  She laughed, but agreed, it means something.  I confessed to her something that even I found incredible,  “You know, Paul McCartney could walk into my life and I don’t believe I’d ever feel about him what I do soul mate.  I don’t think anyone could ever give me that complete feeling I have with him.”  She looked at me like I was crazy!  “Really?”  “Yeah.” I confess again.  “It’s in his eyes.  Like I’ve always known him and always was with him.”  It felt so good to just have our old fashioned heart to heart, real talk again.  On my deck, stars above shining, and mosquitoes biting us!

Our conversation then went to UFO’s.  Elizabeth is an avid “Art Bell” listener.  For those that don’t know who Art Bell is, it obviously means you are not up after midnight and listening to the radio.  He covers those topics that are out there.  Interestingly enough, there is all kinds of talk on his program now too about the latest invasion of UFOs.  Funny how I keep getting bombarded with this topic.  Again, I pay attention when something continually pops up in my sphere of being.  This is the subject as of late that seems to keep appearing.  What it means?  Hmmmm??????

The tears have stopped falling now.  Life is going to go on. I have these days. I think they’re called emptying out days.  Or else, something I told myself all day as the tears fell, right before the dawn it is always darkest!  That to me means something really awesome and great is getting ready to happen, so all this negative stuff is thrown at me by the enemy to destroy my faith right before the miracle comes through!  I did cry, but I didn’t break. I simply tried to have faith in the sad I felt.

Now, tongue tired from all the talking Elizabeth and I did, and knowing I have to be up so very early in the morning, I will close.  It’s been an extremely long, and telling day.  In so many ways.  As I get ready to fall asleep, I feel peace.  A gentle peace.  Will Paul appear tonight?  If so, confession………I REALLY hope it comes in the form of soul mate himself.  Yeah, that would be awesome.

As the faith, love, and light lead me on.

Goodnight,

Sunshine

Goodnight Soul Mate:  Wherever you are………..prayers are with you.  I know a truth, I think.  At least I hope that what I hear and believe is true.  One day, we will know.  Till then, a lot of faith and holding you in my heart.  In a gentle, non-expectation way.  Love is and always will remain free. From me to you…………and back again?  Yeah, I so pray.  I send you love and light, always.  Goodnight, With love, Sunshine

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