Today it was very windy and I was trying to fold a very large doona cover that flapped loudly. All I could think about was this wonderful mental image of being lifted into the sky by it, like a modern day Mary Poppins. Little me, pulled away up into the sky by a big parachute of clean laundry.
Where would I be taken to I wonder?
Somewhere sweet and gentle I hope, tender and loving and kind.