Burning sage and shredding old documents

One time I was lying in bed and I seemed to image myself swollen in the abdomen and a group of beings was praying for something I was part of...

I shred old documents but keep some a friend made notes on.

She was in a dream not long ago. Hugged her then chastised myself (not socially distancing!) She told me it was okay.

"I know you died. I know you don't look like this anymore."

Gee, wouldn't it have been fun to have a reunion and watch the kind of Italian film that came in the mail and helped me cry after I found out.

I need to find it again.

But first. The shredder.