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The clouds are in a hurry this morning…bustling across the still darkened sky…headed…East…I believe…although I’m not exactly sure where they are going…or why they are in such a hurry…or even why they are moving…I really liked them just the way they were yesterday…white…wispy…meandering…

Bertha…laughs…and says they remind her of my life…and…of how I tend to resist…movement…because it is wrapped in a mantle called…change…

I smile…she’s right…I do resist change…probably because I can’t see where it’s going…and…don’t understand why it’s in such a hurry…but…I know…she’s calling me towards…movement…today…and…although I am not sure what that is going to look like…she says…don’t worry…all I have to do…is follow the wind…

Jane