I am obsessing about Molly’s wandering soul.

I am obsessing about Molly‘s wandering soul.

I have written before that Molly somehow chose me to tell her story.  Eve Lazarus refers to it as a tap on the shoulder– and Molly tapped me on the shoulder on Level 5 at the Vancouver Public Library in late 2003 as I was searching through microfiches.  I swear there was a breath, a startle, a moment that straightened my back, made me look around.

No one else seemed to notice anything.

The Celtic understanding did not set limitations of space or time on the soul. There is no cage for the soul. The soul is a divine light that flows into you and into your Other. – Charles McManus

2003… It’s now 2016.  Oh my God.  Molly.  Her soul encourages.  Her soul awaits.  Her soul wanders.   Wonders.  And I storyboard.



So what now?  Stay on track.  Experiment.

Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly. – Edward F. Albee

I spent hours last night re-organizing massive amounts of research.  My brother, Fred Thorsen, assures me I am up to the task- Just tell the story, he reassures.


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