Heavenletters

Bonnie Dear;

Losing weight (LOL!!) skipping the laundry now and then, and with the cluttered desk, a darling. I am sucking a lot more air since you mentioned my name saying that I was "way-cool.!"

That's a neat thing to say to a 84 year old man who can't imagine what it means and whose desk is also a mess and he skips eating to play in Gloria's back yard, so to speak. Look at the first you tube in the last heavenletter and you'll know what I mean.

It takes one to know one and I recognize God's breath all over you.

You're what I call a divine clock watcher playing "Gotcha!" games. I suppose if there were such a thing as time, perhaps it might be running out, but it's more likely bunched up in our hop scotch, hipity hop game of pretending to be what we were never meant to be while Becoming what we have always been. You're really something! Isn't it strange that it seems so hard to get to where we are?

George still smiling at your beautiful mind