Hey Everybody? How are you? Are you sick of me yet?

Unemployed paintbrushes can really be annoying. Lol.

Anyway, I think I told you before that I parctice Tai Chi and Qi Gong.

I tend to think of myself as a spiritual kind of paintbrush.

When I was very young, there was someone in my life I loved very much. 

I was the brush, and this person was the hand. 

And we created amazing things together.

And one day this person got sick…very sick.

And died.

The reason I am telling you this is because in my grief, someone had given me a gift.

It was a gift of a deck of Tarot cards and a book.

Everyday I shuffle the cards and pick one.

My card deck is like a good friend that tells me what I need to hear.

 There are 78 cards in this deck. 

For the last 3 days  I have pulled the SAME CARD.

"Six of Wands, Trust"

What are the odds of that?

I am open to the universe and have trust that it will see me through this.

I still have the book. It's now being held together with duct tape.

Take care everybody.

Bristles Up!

Twack