Heavenletters

This darling writer tells me to stop cultivating an image of myself. Ha, just after i get the hang of being George.

When you get down to brass tacks; I've known all along that I'm just a fake George and that somebody pretty smart is pulling the strings.
I couldn't have known what to do with the men who were dying from wounds of war.

I couldn't have known the answers to give to my precious children growing up in such a confusing world. But, up, they did grow. Once just a baby my oldest is 62 and teaching college. Did I do that? No, neither did he, but a force we can trust pulled him through the water fall of life's rainbow stuff and there he is, a beautiful thing.

It's probably like what Gloria feels when she looks back at her (His) best heaven letters. Growing into pure love isn't something you do, it's something you become by sitting in the middle of NOW and waiting for it to happen.. It just happens and we blink away the tears in wonder at its beauty.

The problem isn't trying to know what you don't know, it's trusting that you do know it but still have to work sort of hard being quiet enough to find it.

George puzzled us usual.