6/29/2012
I woke in the wee hours thinking about fairytales and how people always assume everyone else has the perfect life. The fairytale life! And then I thought of Grim and laughed at the irony of coining the phrase, ‘a Grimm’s fairytale!’ Why? Whether you spell it Grim or Grimm…Somebody always dies! Some fairytale, huh?
One year ago many impressions came through that now have passed. Clues and details which felt odd and disconnected then, now shine as true and relevant. The woman with the injured foot finally talked and then passed away. The farmer in the dell suffered from something that began with the letter A; exactly as foretold. And pages of a calendar began to flip in the summer breeze…month after month…until it stopped on the month of July. Marked in red, the letters:
A
R
R
E
S
T
There are only five people who know the date. NONE of them are the four in flannel.
Something big is coming.
You can feel it in the air.
Yesterday I saw a feather on the beach and we all know what that means!