I was walking
past one of the plumeria trees and I heard a crow cawing away. Then a stick from the tree hit me and it was
as if the crow had thrown it to me.
Just reminding
me I think of Peter. I remember when we
were at a camp site in Africa where there were a lot of crows. We were both convinced they had messages from
deceased members of the family for us.
I think the
message from my devil is that I have to face whatever it is in my life and
dance with it. Not try and starve it out
of me because that’s not where the problem is.
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