Some time ago my daughter was walking near her apartment in New York City and happened upon my first name written on the street in white paint, very graffiti-like. She took a picture of it and sent it to me in an email without explanation and I was taken aback because it looked rather bizarre in the shimmery cast of the evening light. When I asked her about it later, she laughed and said how strange but fun it was to see it and had she not looked down at that very moment, she would have missed it.
My Soul Teacher ☙ Rebecca Smith
Soulish Pathways to Intuitive Living
