Crying in the midday sun. Arms are stretched up high.
The cry is full of joy and truth as abundance falls from the sky.
I saw it in a vision. Fought like hell to keep it down. Then the magic
was revealed. All felt gloriously profound. Held up in arms. Pulled from the heart.
Abundance everywhere! All the glory! All the truth! Falling through the air!
May you be blessed with abundance in all you see.
Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie
You visit me in dreams.
Bushy tail.
Grinning face.
Mysterious, yet joyful.
Most see you as a trickster, a prankster,
a figment of imagination.
You are but a breath at times.
Bounding through our lives.
Chasing the chickens.
Upheaving my life.
Other times, you appear in shadows.
Murky images in my mind.
I blink and find you were imagined.
Yet, the trail cam captured you perfectly.
Posing as if you were on vacation.
Perhaps you were.
Visiting a relative.
How would I know.
You drift by so infrequently,
you might not be the same.
You appeared in my mind like a snapshot.
A brief glimpse of something to come.
In a suit and tie, eyes gleaming,
smile locked on your face like it rested there most days.
Handsome was not even coming close to an accurate description.
Slightly disheveled hair,
like your ran your hand through it several times in the day.
Who you were, I had not a clue.
Why you appeared to me, was questionable.
Yet there you were.
Looking like an ad out of a magazine, but you were not.
No you were...a figment of my imagination?
Maybe, but this had happened before.
Josie's fourth grade teacher's face appeared to me days before I met her.
What does this all mean?
Am I going to meet you?
Yes.
From past experience, I know this is true.
What I do not know is how, why, where.
That part always leaves me ruminating.
This will be interesting when it plays out.
Hopefully, I do not make a spectacle of myself.
