| Beloved, blessings of the Solstice to you,
The last time I wrote, I shared my delight at the surprise of a shooting star.
It was just a week or so after that, when I was looking out my kitchen window just before going to bed, that I caught another one of those glorious streaking stars.
Oh wait – that streak took a zig-zaggy turn.
I chuckled to myself when I realized it was a firefly zipping around that had grabbed my attention.
A shooting star – a firefly –
Remember, beloved, more often than not, things are not what they seem.
In The Mystery with you,
Sharon
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