“It’s all just a bunch of wooshit.”
Call me the anti Card Reading Card Reader.
It’s all a bunch of wooshit. Isn’t it? Is it? Does anyone really want to know the future? Know the truth? Really? And by the way, sometimes a cigar really is just a cigar. Continue reading “Confessions Of A Reluctant Card Reader.”
sun cycles seasons
dance the gold of summer
embrace the warmth of the moment
*just another lady with a deck of cards
I had never been the “pretty girl”. Goofy maybe. A space cadet. Lazy, slow, a daydreamer, unmotivated and all the other cliché names that go along with ADHD. I remember the day I took this picture. I remember looking at it. I’m not a 15 year old selfie snapper nor do I have an insatiable need to put myself out there. Introverted and hesitant I’m more at home behind a camera than in front of one, but this sight. This sight of myself stripped bare with no make up at age 50 plus. I didn’t flinch. I wasn’t repulsed. I noticed the lines around my eyes. I didn’t wish away the years. I merely thought to myself, “this must be how God sees me.” And then I cried. Because of course this is how God sees me. Perfect.
I know that sounds like a corny “life” metaphor, but then again, I pretty much think everything in life can be summed up in a corny metaphor.
I had to over pull over. I couldn’t take my eyes off this amazing sky.
Some people do not or no longer have the ability to witness these spectacular views of our simple everyday world. You do. Show up. BE PRESENT. Count your blessings.
No prop. Random strappy black heel, just one, found at the beach entranceway.
How could I resist not snapping a photo. Cinderella could not be far.
Randomness at it’s finest.
Shoes sitting in the sun is symbolic of new beginnings and a bright future.
(would that also apply to just ONE shoe?)