Molly is here. The broadband is working. That must make it home.
Lots to blog about, but not till I wade through a few more boxes and sort out most of the rooms.
In the mean time, Mother Julian seems to be right once again.
Molly is here. The broadband is working. That must make it home.
Lots to blog about, but not till I wade through a few more boxes and sort out most of the rooms.
In the mean time, Mother Julian seems to be right once again.
What? The nut thing? Love was his meaning? Or All Shall Be Well…? I am sure it is the latter.
Oh well done you and Molly – what does she think of it?
It might be that thinking of the sum of all creation as a nut will help with all those boxes……. 😉
Or the bit about having doubts about the validity of her vision and then having those doubts transformed into a deeper awareness of love? That’s my favorite part anyway. Not just all the good stuff – but that it took her twenty years to figure it out. But maybe that’s just me . . . 🙂 I suspect Ruth is right with her guess.
Ruth was right with ‘all shall be well’. ‘Love was his meaning’ is someone else’s song, I suspect.
I am still on holiday and not ready to be profound enough for the other suggestions.
A slightly calmer Molly is sitting here on the desk in a sun patch.
Now, time to order that refrigerator.