Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The morning after, and this morning we saw Captain Hook's Ship. Uh, Oh.

We saw Captain Hook’s ship in the clouds this morning. Ethan said stop giving the wrong directions to Neverland mother, or we will never get there. It isn’t the first star to the left it is the first star to the right. Oh I forgot. You can’t listen to me on those things. It is at moments like that that I am sure we are all on a journey together and we see the same things sometimes and then sometimes we don’t. I can never tell, if they are showing me the things that I see or if I am showing them the things that I see. Anyway, we all saw the ship and we were sure of it’s Hook likeness. The billowy sails atop and the darkness of the side of the ship. Let’s hope that the ship was taking off and not landing.
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