You seem quiet, distracted, deep in thought, but very calm and relaxed. For some odd reason I know not to interrupt your trance-like state. I won’t even tell you that the vegetable soup is about to boil over on the stove and that the laundry needs to come out of the dryer before it gets all wrinkled. You appear almost half-asleep. No, I won’t pester you… thought her beloved.

Another world- a world without words but deeply conversing.  I decide to ask: Why does the fog-vapor-cloud make me feel so blessed as I float through them as if… I’m being touched by you in a real physical way? And why do I hear music streaming inside my head and where does it come from? It is an amazing angelic full-on mind music… it’s only in my mind but I can only concentrate on the inward feelings that come with it… you make me feel fully alive and blessed by these futuristic, other-worldly notes… and what’s the deal with this “River of Forgiveness” you keep reminding me about? These are just a few nagging questions I’ve been meaning to ask you… oh and did I tell you that I love you today?

… silently then, He spoke to her.

I love you, too, Mar. So many questions for a sleepyhead lying on a black leather couch who needs to change the laundry and tend the stove. But, I’ll tell you one thing… and this is a thing of all things to remember. Are you ready and listening carefully? …

Yes, Dad.  I’m listening.

You are blessed in my fog and you are blessed in my song, and you are blessed in the River of Forgiveness… you are loved and blessed… and no- you did not imagine it all.  It is real.

You are so child-like… I love that about you. Never change that. Just try to be more patient and slow to anger. I know that your fuse is short  and that we will work on.  Just know that with me… anything is possible. Ok?

I thought to myself and prayed a prayer that I often pray: “I am blessed and you will please help me be who you want me to be.  Thank you. Amen.”

She felt so loved and happy when she closed her eyes and was awakened suddenly when she heard in her heart…

Mar… Don’t forget the stove!