I’m tending, naturally enough I suppose, to read everything with My Stroke of Insight near to my consciousness. In this case I’m reminded of her describing herself, at the loss of her left brain, as a kind of a fluid blob. I especially like time rewind on its spool. One thing that jarred a bit, Suzanne, was the avian eye, as you begin, in the water swimming among the coral. -Glen
Hi Glen, A Facebook friend of mine has this parrot. Every time she posts a picture of it looking directly into the camera, I feel like it is looking directly into my soul. That is why I talk about black and white. But the wise eye of a parrot seemed as good a place as any to talk about Oneness!
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I’m tending, naturally enough I suppose, to read everything with My Stroke of Insight near to my consciousness. In this case I’m reminded of her describing herself, at the loss of her left brain, as a kind of a fluid blob. I especially like time rewind on its spool. One thing that jarred a bit, Suzanne, was the avian eye, as you begin, in the water swimming among the coral. -Glen
Hi Glen, A Facebook friend of mine has this parrot. Every time she posts a picture of it looking directly into the camera, I feel like it is looking directly into my soul. That is why I talk about black and white. But the wise eye of a parrot seemed as good a place as any to talk about Oneness!