And so do the wheels of evolution turn, as I experience again and again fortellings of what's to come...even now as I type this entry. This time, a friend's death was made known to me before it took place. Loretta was fighting breast cancer for several years, and her days were numbered. My sister began collecting momentos from all of us, including stories, photos, etc. I began writing what is becoming a book, and dubbed it "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." This was a somewhat popular song in the States in the 60s/70s and also the song Loretta sang at karaoke with us often. As a result, the song was replaying itself in my head, again and again, so that it became tiresome. I took a break to walk my dog, and we wandered to town, which was 2 miles or so away. As we grew closer, the song only got aggravatingly louder. When we reached the heart of town, I heard a group that performs weekly, After the Storm, singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight (of all songs). Their music style is a combination of motown and barbershop quartette, the first popular in the 60s, and the second a popular singing style in the 50s in the States. I then knew Loretta had breathed her last. It was confirmed by one of the singers, Henry, whom I chatted with during his break. When I mentioned Loretta, he told me something to the effect of "now that she's gone home, it's time to be at peace, because she finally is, " which made me wonder about the use of the word 'now' and "has gone". I knew I'd hear word that night, and opened an email from my sister confirming this. What other messengers circulate your lives? More than anyone would think or credit. Listen to those voices, because they speak to us all, and charter the courses we choose, if we can allow ourselves the room to hear this wisdom.