March 22, 2018, Prescott-
I got up well before sunrise, as usual, and went about the routine, except that coffee and breakfast waited until after my annual lab work for next Friday’s physical. I was first in line, so that was an in/out process.
I did something else, with assurance from my spirit guides. On what would have been my very frugal father’s 91st birthday, I tore up all correspondence from a sweepstakes company and tossed a few other pitches for money that I just don’t have to spare for them. Dad always honoured his commitments and his obligations, and I walk, as best I can, in his footsteps. I am assured that all else will follow, as needed.
It was another moment when I got a nice message from a good-hearted new online friend, and pondered my commitments for the rest of this month. Meditation told me, once again…
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