Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Old Musings

Discovered in an old bound journal of mine:
Sunday, February 14, 1999
I wish I were part of something, with a group of others. Something meaningful and driving. My dearest tales involve that, a group driven by a worthy goal. Each person contributing to the quest. Dependent upon one another for support,
friendship, and success. . . . I have cats all around me and Portland in my future.
Could I have been anymore prophetic?


Carole said...

That is weird and cool at the same time!

Kami said...

It was destiny.