I feel so shy when I think about writing this blog. I love writing, and I write the most amazing letters to my friends and family. I guess you'll just have to believe me because I cannot write that for you. I am having trouble seeing you as my friends and confidants. I think you are judging me and that scares me. I worry about someone I know, a critical friend maybe, or a coworker, or a very scientifically minded doctor I work with, reading my thoughts and beliefs and ridiculing me behind my back. Uh, astral travel, Bern? Remote viewing? Really? Gosh, what a thing to worry about when I want to open doors for people and open their minds! I am being somewhat cowardly, somewhat selfish and self preserving. None of those descriptors are ones I value and I cringe merely typing the words, but there they are, staring back at me like a circus mirror. I'll have to see myself be brave.