#13 Lucky Street

Frida Kahlo and the way home to Intention.

I watched a ‘lost’ film today. Rarely do I find myself watching the screen of things, I rather look directly at them. The pot on the stove, the apple on the table, the texture of my pillow, or the aqua and teal visitors from the Sun’s retirement party each early evening as it yields to the Moon. So, it’s rather odd for me to notice at all. Yet, I did, a…