Sunday morning, snow raining down. Looking out my window the title of the movie, Snow Falling on Cedars, comes to me. Pictures and words come to me and I speak of them out loud, not that they have anything to do with what’s at hand. Sometimes I confuse people with my unattached thoughts.
I have just recognized that now. I am upset sometimes that I am misunderstood so much. But having heard the bell rung, I understand everything better. I am in a better place with a clearer view.
When one knows better, one does better. I do not need resolves. I just do.