I have this recurring dream where I sprint nude through a mountain meadow, wildflowers exploding around me like pollen grenades, birds triumphantly singing songs of freedom, people's faces melting in horror. I also have this habit of revealing too much about what goes on inside this head of mine. What I'm getting at is that if I were to make my dream (it's certainly not anyone else's dream) come true, it'd be here and now. And there would be a friendly, well-spoken Sasquatch involved somehow.
As it stands, that isn't a likely scenario. But not because there aren't friendly Sasquatches (no chance that's the correct plural) out there. No, I have other obligations up here. My grandmother's health taking precedence over everything else. You see, my grandmother has breast cancer. And it's not looking terribly promising. But if you knew Barbara Munson like I did, you'd know that she's not going quietly or quickly or without purpose. On April 16, the doctors gave her between a week and a month to live. Well, here's a picture of Gram taken a couple days ago. She's not going anywhere fast.
It's hard to see one of the feistiest women I've ever known hurting -- she's in a tremendous amount of pain. I saw her cry for the first time in my life this week. But she has a deep faith. That tree-planted-by-the-water kind you read about in Psalm 1. If there's one thing I've learned up here in Seattle it's that trees like water and water produces massive trees and there's something really stunning about a massive tree.
So, if you happen to read this, pray that Gram can sleep well tonight and that she feels Jesus' love. That's all she really wants.To close, here are some pics of Seattle and the surrounding areas I took this week. Enjoy!?
XOXO,Gossip Girl
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