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.