George Harrison

Last night I had the most amazing dream. I dreamed I was wearing a red fuzzy coat and my mother (who has passed away 10 years) asked me to ask the gentleman down the hall to come into the room. I went to get him and it was a 30 year old George Harrison complete with beard and long hair. I was amazed. He entered the room and immediately I recognized that the rest of the Beatles were in the room. He cried and hugged John Lennon and suddenly I was running out of the room which was a recording studio and down a long hallway full of people. But I could see myself and my red jacket.

I got to the end of the hallway and sitting on a stage was a 17 year old George Harrison strumming a guitar.I told him who I was and that I was from the future.I told him to please promise me that he would go see John in June of 1980 and to warn him that in December he would be shot. I kept telling him to promise me he would. I told him that he would know I was telling the truth because Ronald Regan the actor would be running for President. I told George that he was truly intelligent and that he should get into meditation to which he replied that he was thinking about that. He asked me what was going to happen to him and I told him that he would get cancer and die but not to worry that he had a son that looked exactly like him and that people would find comfort in that. He got up and started to leave and I again made him promise to visit John in June of 1980 and to warn him. I told him that history wasn’t written in stone and he replied “No its written in rock n roll.”. Which I thought was pretty clever.

Sad thing is I have had multiple dreams in which I have tried to warn John who refuses to believe me that he is going to get shot and in one dream he even said “I promise I will go out that night and nothing will happen.” He did go out that night and he still got shot.

If only time travel truly worked that way. That we could go in a dream and warn others and they would listen. Thanks for reading this post.




My soulmate my love

You are going to leave me alone.

I’m going to wait for you until there is no more.

Today , tomorrow, a million years from now I will be there hungering and yearning for you.

Will you be here for me? Will time heal or hurt?

Don’t change.

Don’t change me.




I have been thinking about this a lot. I know I can survive. I just don’t feel like it sometimes. My life has been in chaos mode for a while now and I feel like I am just on the edge of survival. But I do know one of the keys to my survival is to just keep swimming. It may seem juvenile to take my life advice from a blue fish in an old movie, but here I am doing it.
I think about the cats when I think of survival. The cats, all five of them, belong to the neighborhood. My house is just their dining room table. They at one time depended on the goodness of my neighbor across the street. She was a nice lady who was tragically killed in a car wreck last summer. Her two children survived the accident. Survival to them is much different. They probably feel a great deal of grief having survived and their mother losing her life on that highway. Survival meant coming home to the father they were trying to get away from and depending upon grandparents to survive. I feel so humbled when I worry about my own survival compared to theirs. I’m going to be lonely for sure, but the people I love are still alive, just being housed somewhere away from me.

The cats survive because they don’t care where they sleep or stay. They truly only see me when it comes to food and I oblige. Their survival depends on me I suppose. And I depend upon them.

I will survive. I know this its just going to take time and patience. I want this chapter in my life to be over already but I have to live through it. And I know I can. I just wish this grief and loneliness would erase itself.


Everyday Inspiration


Why do I write? I write because I am lonely. I wasn’t always lonely it comes in waves. The last four years I haven’t been lonely, but I know I will be lonely. My companion is going away for a while. Say that in a hushed tone. He’s being forced to leave. Its not by my choice. So I know that the next five to twenty years will be lonely. Who knows what is in store for me?

But I know I have myself to keep company and writing is one way to do that. Its comforting to get thoughts on paper and screen and to feel them exiting my body. Some people turn to alcohol and drugs to get that sensation but I don’t do either. I just try swimming one stroke at a time until my feet can reach the shore. I tell myself that is how I am going to get over this tragedy, one step at a time, one moment at a time. But now I am not that sure.

But I have this outlet, I have my words. I can write about my journey. I can write about the things I love. I love my bird feeders. Currently I have a woodpecker treat bar, 2 suet cakes and 2 seed feeders. I love watching the birds on my porch as I sit in the living room. There is something about those innocent creatures finding all that they need in the world. They never worry about money. They never worry about being alone. Somehow they scrape by and manage. I will too.