thoughts about testimony

I popped into a blog, from twitter today.  Before I read any posts, I clicked through to a beautiful testimony.

It occured to me, that I probably should work on my testimony, for this blog.

My first thought is that I have no idea where to start that.

Maybe I need to read more testimony’s and figure out more what to leave out of mine, than what to say?

I wanted to send a direct message to the writer, of the testimony, because there was no ability to comment on it.  I can’t DM because she is not following me.

I don’t see any contact options.  I find that sad.  When someone inspires you.. I think you should tell them.

It is personal, enough, that I don’t want to leave it public, with an @

Mixed emotions.. but feeling positive mixed..

Did you know Women were Sailors in the 16th Century?

I took a walk, with Joan, today.

Apparently, she was a man in her previous earth-life, and I learned I was a Sailor or a ShoeMaker.

I don’t have any Shoemakers in my family history, that I’m aware of..

Who were you in your past life?

My Past Life Diagnosis:

I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern West Australia around the year 1575. Your profession was that of a sailor or shoemaker.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
There is an invisible connection between the material and the spiritual world. Your lesson is to search, find and use this magical bridge.

Ahhh.. I’m remembering more now. *snicker*

I’m building a magical bridge..

Each day, in our lives, is a Gift from the Giver

Today would have been my father’s 64th birthday.  He missed it by about five weeks.

The rest of us are left behind, to put one foot in front of the other.. to take one breath at a time.. until we find a way to smooth the edges, once again.

“getting stronger with time.”

I’m just staying mentally busy.. accomplishing a lot of nothing.. but maybe tomorrow..