Dirt's not quite as old as me
Jim the one who is enveloped in the fragrance of eternal love and giving:
I just happened to invent dirt and keep making it as I eat, no matter what I eat, it just becomes dirt.
I don't mind at all, that things turn into dirt. If fact after a good bit I will become dirt.
The beauty of dirt is that all things grow from it in a way that makes dirt the chief of the shape shifters.
Clouds don't hold a candle to dirt but given enough moisture they make it productive. They were doing that while you were writing the love note to me, at least, that's what I got from your delightful words: "now it is raining cats and dogs and scorpions.. Yikes!!"
How on earth did that phrase get started? What can we draw from it. My wife who just passed was bitten by scorpions six or seven times over the twenty-one years we lived in California. Not once did I get bitten. I don't think it's karma. In our 64 years together we spent 21 in California, 21 in New Jersey, 21 in N.C. and the rest in Colorado and Georgia. WW II gave me a world wide tour of the world. I was hopelessly infected by LOVE and like you, I am destined for bliss and joy all the time. Your letter to me gave me lots of joy, bliss and some stuff I'm still processing. Thanks for your joy thoughts
George
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As soon as I received Heavenletters from a friend, they resonated with me. I wanted to share them with my friends because they state so eloquently how to deal with some of the more difficult situations in life and career. In order to move on from them --- and to face other creative and momentous challenges -- change is necessary.
There are some tough questions in life, and these letters get to the heart of it all. They are profound, my reality, and they are sound advice for those that want to have a happy, fulfilled life. They are guides to finding our own personal truths.