Today I'm dealing with my own dreams that look pretty cloudy, as well as current physical problems that give me those clouds.
A few days ago we learned of President Joe Biden's prostate cancer level 4 which has metastasized.
He has a limited number of days of life left to him. That's a fact.
I never think that way about my own life...or maybe I do when I'm feeling really low. I imagine my own death, and have personified it as a crow who sits on my shoulder, slightly behind where I can see. It can talk with me, if I need to.
On my other shoulder (also invisible) is the angel who gives me complete grace for everything I do. She's dressed in white, as she should be. But I wasn't raised with guardian angels as part of my reality, so I kind of only half believe in her. Death, well, you know, everyone has one, and I chose to talk with mine.
Anyway back to President Biden. It makes me wonder what a famous man, who has said many astute things, thinks of to say still in these last days of his life. Is there something profound that he's wanted to say and would like to have done while he can?
Somehow I think he's surrounding himself with those he loves, and just going through daily life in a casual way. If he could know that I'm writing this, I'd wish him to have sunny days and feel the love of those who he most cares about, and have a peaceful transition from this busy, demanding, fulfilling and enchanting life. (He wouldn't say enchanting probably, but successful, or maybe eventful.)
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