Dolores and Disquiet

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So hot that I can't sleep. I don't think this is a temperature, put my hand on my head though, and it's cooling so maybe a bit. Got up, wandered through the house, the cold is pleasant.

I hate the cold but not tonight.

Worried, haven't heard from Mum, had a very strong image of Dad yesterday or the day before; bright colours, it really looked like him. I can see it in my mind if I try at all. I'm just worried about Mum I guess. She hasn't contacted me in days, hasn't responded when I tried to contact her, but bro said he spoke to her the day before yesterday. So there's nothing wrong, but I am troubled.

Just learned that Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolores_Ashcroft-Nowicki) died a few days back. Dolores was a pleasant and charming lady; I learned a lot from The Shining Paths, but never felt called to join her mystery school, The Servants of The Light because ... I don't know why really. Dolores, without pushing, was always ready to welcome me. We didn't know each other particularly well, but I remember her giving me one particular piece of advice; she told me never to despair, probably because I was one of those sensitive types who falls into a bleak every ten minutes. I got over it when things improved, a hopelessly fair weather despairer.

RIP Dolores/Daisy. May the shining paths be open for you right now.