Who we are, where we live, attracts to us the lives that we have. Living in The Basement attracts effluent.
But, hope remains: sometimes light falls from above, mysteriously. Perhaps a piece of music reaches down to us and speaks to us in unmistakeable terms; better then, that I have my Personal Noise Unit turned down and I am listening. Life-changing events of the personal kind - personal and professional disaster, a death in the family – may also impact us and demand that we deal with them, on the ground floor. We are all in the same boat. We all have the same choice to make.
From the RF's reponses in the Wasps’ Nest on today's diary.
