My heralding earlier this week appears premature.  It’s only Mid-March.  Even though the little furry creature from Western Pennsylvania has only predicted correctly twenty-eight percent of the time in the last 60 years; which is seventeen out of those years, it’s not impossible for him to be correct this time.

Resume winter dress; although those who feel rebellious will snub their nose, and wardrobe at the weather.  Bus Stop Wendy won’t be enjoying spring rain this week.  The Hollies will need to postpone the beginning of their romance until the weather decides to cooperate.

Throw Back Thursday has me considering what to recall.  I’ve been reviewing pre-emergence pictures.  Interesting recollections, memories and feelings.  I know my sentiments probably run parallel to yours.  Yesteryear doesn’t seem that long ago.  Time moves sideways at times.  Maybe there are various spectral planes that parallel and then intersect.  I’m not the most spiritual person (that would be conjecture and impossible to determine) but I can sense stirrings that are incongruent; disconnected and inconsistent with present day life staring back from any reflective surface.

I wonder more frequently whether we live parallel lives and move from one universe to another and whether those “other” parts of us influence how we act.  Could our future be decided; fulfillment awaiting us to catch up?  Is this shell a placeholder or is it a charger upon which the main course will be placed?  Are the decisions we make a fait accompli? I’ve been one of those “last ones to know”.

I haven’t seen “it all” as some people claim.  But I have seen what qualifies as “enough” to draw conclusions. Nothing is beyond the realm of believability. 

Off we go on another planetary revolution, night into day; repeat.

The crosscurrents of energy power you.  Absorb, process, convert and utilize.

Enjoy; is there any reason not to bask?

Love and hugs, Nikki Nicole DeCaro