we stopped in a town. coming down out of the mountains. we had been in upper yosemite. i had a little money. i procured some treasures and a little pot and a little stake after a trip a little bit higher. it started to snow. father fred was with us. he and i almost got in a fight over things that have happened, but we did not. i was almost stripped naked. had to practically slide back down the mountain. staying with some backwoods folks, bout proposed to one older woman, but met someone somehow a whole lot more interesting. a little like miss dottie harding. we had to head back to town. i had got a holt of a mss. gospel songs at the little church service. was going to try and market those. bought my new fiancee a nice dress for $60. bought something else expensive as well. tried to set up my friend pam moore for a sale. i had some pr about her fiber art. fiber my algae i said to myself. but the store, a boutique, still high in the mountains was just not ready to commit. then doug stine showed up at the door with a big load of furniture. he had gone shopping. we were all headed back to yosemite. with our take and our gear. it was really exciting. i only took a little hit of pot...it was legal. she was really beautiful, and not nearly as old as i am now. i am 72. there were others in the dream, more than i can tell you about. a mammy and pappy. i had a new family. but got teary-eyed thinking about my old mom and dad.
you don't have to change yourself; just let yourself be transformed. the Holy Spirit can do a work in you beyond your imagination...even in its wildest reaches.
or maybe it was colorado.
i was thinking maybe i would teach three months in texas. huh?
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