I have been sad witnessing what is happening in Gaza with Palestine.
It is beyond the scope of any human emotion or comprehension.
And yet it is here.
Begging us to take a stand, to be the power of love that will save us all.
So, I went to my blog archives to find a story of Annie to guide me.
This came up:
2009
Last night, Annie came to me in my dreams and held my hand.
Dreams have a way of healing us; I was sad yesterday after saying goodbye to Sacha.
Annie walked with me along the river. I had my hand in hers; she talked about roses and how I should pick some from her old garden.
She leaned into me as I put my arm around her. She gave me three dried roses.
Laughing, I said, "Hey, remember you used to tell me this was not the moment to cut roses and plant them, let alone dried ones?"
She smiled,
"Life has a way of surviving, you'll see."
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I hope I do, Annie.
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