A little too much wine last night. So rare that I skip a blogging day.
Today I head out of town, Erica Kane book in tow. (See “Special Delivery” post from a few days ago.) It brings me to a place where Pine Valley is real, the fictional people I watched back in the 80s are genuine fodder for reflection, and some of the wisdom she imparts sounds eerily like my New Thought minister. In given situations, I may just start asking myself, WWED — What Would Erica Do? Ha Ha.
The giver of the gift is still a mystery. So I like to think of it as the Universe sending me a message that is still to be determined.
