i want to live here . . just putting it out into the universe . ok, thanks.
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night.
Night - William Blake
great grandparents !
" Please, pay attention to the new energies pouring into your life this week because they are pointing, like neon arrows, to your new destination. Follow those signs as though your life depends on them, because, well, it does. Your new life, that is. "