January 28, 2011

pulling a rabbit from a hat

dear walk across the water diary,

turn it into wine. i am not a magician, nor do i play one on tv, but i think i have some kind of power, or gift as it may be. im not quite sure what it is, or if i should tell a soul, but who am i to care what anyone thinks, im rare and big and bold. i think my brain is to smart for me, it knows more than i understand, but i try to follow along- i do- the very best i can. sometimes the messages it sends me- are not very clear, and sometimes it takes every bit of each day to figure them out- and sometimes a year. many times a year goes by and im still wondering what it all means- that is what i mean when i say, "my brain is to smart for me it seems." i don't mind living in a world of great wonder and lots of fog, cuz i got my dog becky- she is a great friend to me- i tell her everything- and she isn't even scared.