it may be a pretty tenuous connection, and first i was looking at a downy woodpecker, but this green heron rather favors him. i wrote his 3rd wife again asking if i could read his journal. it bugs me that she hasn't given it to us his kids. it feels like we were left and all we got was a sweater at xmas. then when he left his body all we got was ashes (and his old sweaters, in my case). he said i had a book in me with a kind of conviction related to projection. i don't know if i do, but i know he left something not a book i've been denied. i asked if she would send it to me and i hope she does. happy mothers day green heron.