I had several nights in a row of intense dreams in which I was looking for my conductor, trying to reach him. I woke up wondering why am I dreaming about this? Why now?
Then I stopped by the video store to have something to do over my mid-week stormy weekend. Usually I spend an hour going through one after another looking for something decent. This time, I turned to the first row and "The Hours" was the first thing I saw. Perfect.
I watched it yesterday, during a gray, drizzly afternoon.
This morning I woke up thinking about the last lines, "We'll always have the years. The hours."
And then the massive flash of insight. Suddenly what was a personal tragedy became a Shakespearean comedy.
If I were retired, versus having to go to work today and be in the outer world, I'd be preparing to write the book that's been brewing inside me for a couple decades now. But the time is not quite yet, and I know that. I'll know when it's time.
Then I checked in here over breakfast....and here is your newsletter.
Great news! thank you Rick! 
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