I think all will again be well when the garden begun before unforcasted change have you Back again to then connect The dreams of your Father and talents of the family. I think that the direction can be changed releasing in centrifugal loss that not needed, to become more like Saturn, in a ring about the planet. I think you will, once the swirling air settles, know why you were called then, for no more than one clear minute. And that moment Is maybe more but no less than nights, than mornings and in between, spent in the eye of the hurricane, grasping for an answer to hold on to.