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easter weekend

We are currently in Ontario spending the Easter weekend with friends. I was introduced to Guitar Hero (woohoo I ROCK!) and renewed my skills at Dance Dance Revolution (now able to get by on the hard setting to some degree). We attended a Good Friday service this morning and then I had a nap because the late night driving was catching up with me. I had an interesting dream just before I woke up.

I was walking down the sidewalk of a long street. Then I encountered high snow which made the sidewalk impassable. I figured I would step into the street. An ambulance was parked in the street as some sort of commotion was going on. There were several high plastic recycle-type bins blocking my access to the street. I clambered over the yellow bins and jumped onto the street. The ambulance attendants called over to me that I should not have done that. Those yellow bins were filled with toxic waste. Oops. I didn't know.

It was one of those dreams that you are sure is trying to tell you something but you really don't know what.

What toxic waste am I supposed to avoid? What are the obstacles in my way? What crisis is touching my life right now? And how do they all relate?

I don't know. There are 10 people in the house and I feel like I need some quiet space to think and talk to God. Must go find it.

This is a brave stray cat we saw outside of Chez Cora one morning.


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