My brain, always darting about. Since my “illness” (shall we call it that?), it’s even less tethered than usual. Trusting that I’ll see more connections as I heal.
So when Lorraine sent me a picture of this beautiful silver “lake,” what else would I see but a place for fairies to bathe?
We can’t, particularly in these trying times, let our child-like wonder and imagination disappear. Occasionally, we have to come out and play. Because we have no idea what will spark our imagination for Peace.