Hard Nut to Crack..

Dad has been working on a big stone carving. Its a big bird bath or
font. He needs help lifting it up onto a new banker.

I worry it will be too heavy but when I lift it it is quite manageable.

I meet a friend, he is with his little boy.

I say that his little boy reminds me of my brother when he was little.

He says I need to become more hollow. He holds me with fierce
compassion. It shakes me up and I feel his guides with him. he
tells me I am a hard nut to crack. It is like I am receiving more of
my dark mirrors.

My brother James is playing some music. I go to join him with this playing.