A few months back, Starwolf and I were camping out at a renaissance faire.
We had just climbed into bed in our booth when rain began to patter on the roof of the tent.
We looked at each other. Rain might mean no customers the following day,and, on top of that, meant packing up wet gear for a long drive back to Connecticut at the end of the weekend. No fun.
So we started to play a gentle manifestation game called “Wouldn’t it be nice?”…
