Sometimes I think Mike Dooley, a.k.a. The Universe, is in my head. Today’s delivery to my mailbox:
Nancy, sometimes that which you don’t understand is drawn to you so that you will understand it. But never because you needed the lesson, and not because all must be so initiated, but only because there had been earlier thoughts of awe, wonder, or criticism. And such thoughts, as all thoughts must, have rearranged your life.