Sweet love. The day was a bit rough. The harvesting at the Sea of

Galilee wasn’t to good today. And we know, we know there are good

days and bad days. We got in trouble at the market when a Centurion

shoved and push away Peter. Had a strong argument with the

centurion. He didn’t apologize and we had to keep moving. A woman

came yelling for me. She wanted me to help her because her husband

had just died. Walked with her to her house. There was the man. Pale

and devoid of movement. Dead as a stone. I don’t know what exactly

came to me. I saw this sudden flash of light before my eyes. Said his

name…and he revived. Felt weak after performing such a feat. Have no

idea what happened or what I did. Have this mind of mine busy at all

times. Don’t know what to make of it. People are overwhelmingly

pleading for my attention. I’m nothing special. Really. I just have this

way of thinking about this and about that. That’s it. Anybody can do it.

But, forgive me about my ranting. I have some fish for dinner.

Would you oblige on taking care of it? Thank you, sweet love. I’ll wash

myself. We shall enjoy our dinner and go to bed to enjoy ourselves.

With the stars, the moon, the cricket, the owl and the wolf near us.

Love you dearly.

EO