And at those weird points in time
Where the confines of the waking world
Blend with the world of dreams
And so I captured this fancy
Where all that we see or seem
Is but a dream withing a dream
An earthquake, a hurricane, a snowstorm all within 24 hours. Life is sure interesting. Something is pulling the curtain back again. Something is missing, but something is found. (CSNY)
Tonight I microwave my leftovers without a thought, watch the devastation photos without seeing the anquish, and still feeling the pain of letting go. Karma, my friends, karma of this planet. Old barriers break and new waters rush in. The choice is ours of which world do we want to live in. . . choose or it will choose for you.