Hi Kim,
Lol! You know of course bouncing bubbles of playful children are my peeps! None of us no more, or no less progressed than the other. For some reason I was simply a little afraid of loosing you all.
You aren't going to loose us.

We'll stick to you like Velcro.

But I can understand that sentiment as I have dealt with it for years here on the board. In no time flat I embrace all the "lovies"( Blue Nova, Anne used to use that word a lot.

that come to the board. Inevitably I have to let them go at some point as often happens their spiritual progress leads them onward. It is as George often said the admonition of one of the "Higher Ups" We can help them find the starting gate of spirituality and then let them run their own course. I say let them go, but in reality I just keep stuffing them in my heart. Oh boy... new excuse...

" That is not a "spare tire" around the middle...no, just my oversized heart filled with my lovies."
Actually, talking about "bouncing bubbles." I saw something just like that on one of those travel shows. You can be placed in a clear bubble all safe and secure and it can roll down hills, bump into things, and you experience it all from the safety of the bubble... Of course we saw how well that worked on that Jurassic Park Movie...was it the fourth one?

Forget it... one never knows when you will need your own feet and your wits because a cloned Tyrannosaurus Rex has broken free from his enclosure.

(sorry..one of those mornings..)
I am not surprised that I was the woman with those waring songs. I identify very much as the "Broken Hearted Me". But then there is the other side of myself that knows that the only way to survive is to heal even if all I want to do much of the time is nurture my grief. Does that make any sense? George is out there somewhere... waiting for me... Oh that is another song I heard in a short meditation this morning.... :Somewhere Out There" from the Fivel movie... That song can make you a blubbering mess even if you aren't separated in any way from someone you love... I am just now looking up the words...
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Well now I am awash with tears that seem to have drowned my soggy little heart. It was a message. You see every night I pray and I cry wondering if George is remembering me... wondering If he still loves me from his higher perspective in this realm that is as close as breath and as far away as distant galaxies. This I think was my answer...
Somewhere Out There
Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moon light
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight
Somewhere out there
Someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
In that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
Written by: James Horner, Cynthia Weil, Barry Mann
Okay if I blubber any more I am going to have to go get a bath towel.
Love to all my much loved siblings all over the planet...
"Gorege's" Sandy
(sorry Sammy...still snickering over the 2:62 thread on 1111 forum.

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