I don’t believe in such nonsense… It was just coincidence that they said my father was dead when he wasn’t and that my mother caught her first husband trying to kill my older sister or that the mother of my daughter…
However I have these unconcious fears. If I give this voice or pen will it be the prick to that balloon? It is my daughter I fear for.
I pray daily because I would rather be wrong about that than be wrong about the consequences of not praying .
I have this theory that courage to face fears is the difference in those realms of unknown circumstances that sometimes requires faith or as David said to me, “When that hairy hand of fate reaches out from the darkness to squeeze the life out of you; you stab it. That’s what I love.”
Oh to be that sure.