When I woke up this morning very early, it was dark. I walked into another room and turned the light on. The light was bright, and my face scrunched up in a certain way that I knew was the way I scrunched my face back when I was six years old or younger.  The expression on my face that I could feel but not see brought the whole childhood thing back just for a moment. (more…)

Thoth, a long-time Heavenreader and supporter, puts attention on coincidences, and he finds many of them, and many concerning Heavenletters. I am amazed.

I also sometimes see coincidences in my life. They are surprising to me. These coincidences mostly or always don’t matter. These coincidences make no difference to my life or anyone’s life is what I mean. (more…)

I have a buddy in town. He really intertwines with people. He loves people and probably keeps in touch with hundreds.  You never know what he is going to invite you to next, or what he is into.  Yesterday he was making a Bucky Ball, a Buckminster Fuller-inspired soccer ball type shape which alternates between hexagrams and pentagons. He also has studied cancer self-treatment for thirty-nine years, self-treatment that most of us never heard about. He is a shade of a revolutionist in a peace-abiding way. He sure isn’t timid. He thinks for himself, and he lets the chips fall where they may.

This is the friend who invited me to meet Gonga and Tara at Revelations in a previous blog entry. His name is Alan Kreglow. He is always a gentleman.

He said one of the nicest things to me the other day. Others might not take much note of it, but I did. If you remember my entry about the Five Languages of Love, you may remember that nice sincere words, among other things, stand out for me.

The other day on the phone, Alan said matter of factly: “Gloria, how many other people’s phone numbers on a post-it do you think I carry around with me on my back-pack?” None, of course.

That is a great compliment, isn’t it?

Now I ask, How many people are there who carry a post-it on their back pack at all?

I was on the phone with a local Godwriter, and he said: “Be ready in thirty minutes, and I’ll pick you up. There’s someone at Revelations I want you to meet.”

That is like poetry, isn’t it, not everything filled in. I love that.

No questions asked, and I was ready in thirty minutes, and my friend whizzed me over to Revelations where I met (more…)

Today’s blog was written some months ago when Heaven Admin was still in U.S.  Somehow I forgot it was here. I found it this morning, and here it is: (more…)

Erdogan did the Whirling Dervish spiritual spinning at Cafe Paradiso Friday night. And there was wonderful Turkish music — Erdogan at the oud, Beris at the guitar, Matt at the violin, and Ismael at the drums. It was marvelous, and I wish you  all could have been there enjoying the evening with me.

There was a little boy (more…)

Stephanie, the service representative I spoke to this morning – she is the fifth representative in this siege at Iowa Telecom that I have dealt with since yesterday. Incidentally, Iowa Telecom is now named Windstream.

I would have done the survey following our phone conversation for Stephanie because she was wonderful, and I told her so. If I can stay on the phone with a rep and not totally disintegrate, you can believe me that she is wonderful. Stephanie was a human being. She didn’t just leave me hanging there as many representatives have where I have no way of knowing if they’re ever coming back. She answered my questions and didn’t leave me feeling stupid as other service reps have done. (more…)

Dawn and I were friends twenty, twenty-five years ago. She lived in an apartment near where I lived at the time. She was single then, and one of the dearest people in the world. When she married the beautiful man she married, we lost touch. How did I let that happen.

Anyway, Dawn and I bumped into each other at Everybody’s, and Dawn invited me over to her house for lunch yesterday. I was in another world. (more…)

I lost my other watch. Where, I have no idea. It was quite an avant-garde watch.  It was white and gorgeous. I seem to have a need to surround myself with the unusual.

And this watch was unusual enough (more…)

Wouldn’t you know that I would get the Western Room at Paul’s house! Not what either you or I would expect! (more…)