I chatted with my mentor, Solvig, tonight and we both are in agreement that something is “brewing.” She assured me that all is as it should be, and my anxiety is actually “ants in the pants” while the next chapter starts.
Tonight I am to spray some of my angel-mom’s favorite perfume as I go to bed. I ask mom a question then sleep and dream. The answer will come in the form of words in a book, or in a song or anywhere. “But it will come.”
Solvig’s key word: FATE.
My pieces “Mirror” (oil on wood) set the tone tonight:
Sweet dreams and hello Mamma.