HEAVENLETTERS, January 08, by Gloria Wendroff
“You love that the Unknown exists. You treasure the Unknown. In comparison, the Known seems like small potatoes. I want to tell you that all is known and you already know it. It is not so much a question of discovery for you as it is of remembrance. It is like the name of someone you know, and, for a while, you simply can't think of the name...”
Well done Gloria!
Mary
xoxoxo
:)