Days 14 ... A little late.

Just before going to bed last night, I realized I hadn't paid enough attention to my surroundings to have "noticed" much of anything except how bloody tiring it is to vacuum, mop, and do laundry all in one day.

Then I stepped outside with Suzi as she did her final sniff of the perimeter. I looked up and saw puffy, white clouds against a dark sky. And then when I squinted, I noticed one teeny tiny star peeking around the edge of a cloud. I ran in to get my camera.  The fancy camera that has a setting for taking pictures at night. I guess maybe it was too dark. If you look real close, that tiny little speck is the star, not dust on your screen.

Since it wasn't much of a picture and I was already half-way to the bedroom, I decided not to post it until today. You didn't miss much!



Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight ....



I have no idea what this is. Perhaps a paranormal experience? 
The ghost of Luther looking for his trees?

Scaring myself,
Merry ME

Comments

AkasaWolfSong said…
I think perhaps Luther may be hanging around Mary, as the very same day you posted this I awoke from an afternoon nap and first thing Luther's name popped into my awareness...not to be all Woo Woo but, I just thought I'd share that with ya, lol! No scary thoughts, just love from the Ethers Mary! :)

As for the daily writings it is something I guess you just want to do eh? Maybe we can use the buddy system? And...I think you write how many words your heart calls you to write, not what someone suggests for you, otherwise what purpose would it serve for you?
Just thinking out loud Sister...just thinking out loud.
Okay...Bless You in your noticings because it makes me take notice too! :)
xoxoxo
January 17, 2013 at 11:16 AM
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