Last night I lay asleep dreaming again, dreams of which I remember little, though houses were a feature. I often dream of houses. Sometimes elegant houses, sometimes total dumps. Used to keep a dream journal but that was a long time ago. At least I didn't have frightening dreams which can happen. Dreams from which I awaken breathing hard, trrnpmbling, even weeping. Houses are much better to dream about.
Compassion automatically invites you to relate with people because you no longer regard people as a drain on your energy.…
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Came to check up on my friends at LJ. I am always more content to discover what you are doing. Good feelings for me to know that…