I KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS… but, just read – you’ll see why it starts like this. Excerpt from what will be “A Letter to Heaven, Part 4, The Journey”:

So it’s November 23rd 2019 and the weather was beautiful today here in Texas. They say we’re expecting more storms, blowing in from the Southwest, with some winds blowing down from the North at the same time, converging right over us, which might give us some erratic weather this weekend. I’m just glad I don’t live up North, or on the East Coast anymore, because the snow is already deep there and cars are crashing all over the freeway (because nobody can drive in snow or stay on the roads because of the ice) and I’m so past those days. I do not care to ever drive in snowy weather again. Coming back from the retreat was about all I could handle. Stopped to see one of my girls (Alyssa) in New Mexico, which was extremely enjoyable, but coming back through Amarillo was horrible! My windshield kept icing up, and once it got so thick that things were too distorted, I would have to pull over and sit to let it melt before I could drive again… the defrost wasn’t working real well on my old suburban. So I could drive about twenty minutes and have to pull over for half an hour or so; for about three hours I did this. I played Alphabetty or Candy Crush to pass the time. Made a lot of progress.
I want to say to all my very dear Wu friends, members, VIP’s or not, I so enjoyed meeting all of you face to face and interacting with those of you, with whom I was blessed to interact, it is hard for me to put into words, which is funny, since writing is my profession… and second nature. I apologize for the length of time it has been since our journey together, but I am just recovering in total; from the drive, which was extremely difficult, and from the damage I inflicted upon myself upon my return, due to being in a bit of a manic phase, which I think my sound resonance therapy intensified just a little. I am just now beginning to feel like myself again.
When I first arrived home, things were in a bit of disarray. I tended immediately to the animals, to make sure everything had been done that was necessary to maintain their well-being in my absence, and to take care of those things, with which no one else wanted to contend. (i.e. cleaning of kennels, etc.) I may have pushed things a bit, shoveling and raking (solely left handed , since my right one was still in a splint), but I was determined to do what needed to be done. I took care of the necessary chores and assisted in prying apart the floor of the addition from the little barn I purchased from my neighbor, earlier this year, which I will be moving into, once it’s set up on our lot, so dad can move into my room, so we can start tearing apart the back half of our mobile home (as we have mold growing beneath our floor, throughout the home, and our insurance has refused to cover the removal). A couple days later, I woke to find my left hand unable to move… swollen, stiff, numb, yet tingling, throbbing, and aching. I kind of went into a depression after that, because I couldn’t do anything – like anything – and I’m not sure how many days went by, before I started regaining feeling in my fingers and use of my left hand again (two weeks after getting home).
I hate falling into that part of the cycle, where the depression takes over and I lose sight of everything else, and time ceases to exist in my mind. Because when I awake again, it’s confusing, almost as if I’d really been dreaming the whole time, and it takes me awhile to resume normal functioning. The mind has to reset first. Coming back to reality takes some time and I’m still in that process, but realizing it had been 3 weeks already since our last meeting in that room in Sedona, I felt it necessary to push myself before the holiday to make a post. (It has now been another two weeks, but I used my dictation function on Word to write most of the above, and it typed some funny stuff. Really had to wait for my fingers to regain more function to correct it before posting.) I apologize for my procrastination, incidental, though it may be… and let you all know how much our meeting meant to me.
I will be trying to publish a few more books in the very near future and will try to be better about posting on here, and elsewhere, as well, from here on out. Please forgive me those moments of Silence, and just know that during these times, I am going through personal (and likely medical) issues. Please be assured that, no matter the length of the absence, I will always return, as it is my mission in life to inspire, Uplift and encourage, whenever I am able. I will never be gone for too long. With love to all, ~Dennel