Yesterday a writer friend came for tea. We had a marvelous, conversation about life and about our writing. I was totally energized, but then, by 7, I felt incredibly sleepy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open to read, and yet it was too early to go to bed. I also felt very content and complete, and so I lit the candle my friend had given me, and sat in the chaise on ‘the deck’, listening to Sacred Space Music by Constance Demby. I usually keep the cottage silent, but last evening God seemed very present in the music.
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