I knew it, Daisy! This morning...

...This morning I reread your answer and get a whole new slant since late last night. Grin!

I don't have a 'guide', except for once.

Several years ago, a child had been missing for one year, and his picture was shown on TV. Without thinking of it much, I put my hand on the set and asked, "Where is _______?" Then I went about my business, without thinking any more on the subject.

That night I had a meaningless dream that took place on a berm beside a railway track. I dismissed it, my question forgotten.

The next morning, just before I awakened (dreamless), a man's pleasant voice spoke beside my bed. "Ten miles south of ______, beside the railway track."

Never before, and never since...clear as a bell.

(I'm still certain of the spot, but apparently it's been checked, and no boy.)

In a way, expecting that kind of certainty in answer to my questions, seems silly. And I don't hold much with 'guides' because of the room for imagination. I've stayed with 'hunches', and sudden bursts of clarity.

And, did I ever get 'clarity' last night! Your two responses to my posts triggered answers in every direction!

I am sure they are right, for me, but I'll mull them a bit before writing them here.

Thank you so much for understanding me, Daisy. I'll reread your words daily.

fledgling