I Want to Come Home

I am in St. Louis, still. Had an 8 hour travel day for a 1 hour 25 minute flight; the TV was all mine, totally and completely (nothing on); took a nap (ended up being up most of the night); ordered room service ($20 for a hamburger and raspberry iced tea); slept in until 6:30 a.m. (did actually feel good); ate Mississippi Mud Pie for desert (yummy!); saw and touched the Arch; did NOT take the enclosed Arch Transportation System 630 feet to the top (can you say claustrophobic); have a perfect view of the stadium from my 27th floor room (no home games this week); and I can't wait to get on the plane that will take me home to my husband and daughter tomorrow evening.

Into the Mystic

We all need a little help from our friends every now and then, as well as our angels. Yes, angels. Talk to my daughter. She will tell you that they exist and they watch over her, a lot. She reminds us that she was living with them before she came to live with us and she really does miss them sometimes.

I don't claim to have ever lived with the angels, but a very good friend of mine did give me my first set of angel cards last Christmas. I check in with them every now and then for a little guidance and direction and although I haven't much recently,  I did so this weekend.

Crystal rose to the top this time with the message to  "have faith and hope because there is something positive and new on the horizon that you can't see yet."

Makes me wonder . . . .