This is by far the most difficult one, and yet, the simplest. The other day my friend Señor and I were counting the blessings we have in our lives, and this week I have steered negative forces not away from me, but leaned into them, and then get them to leave apologetically. Luck? I have no real idea what that is. Lucky is where opportunity meets preparation I guess, with the third element of the gods cutting us a break.
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| This is a hunter, who is terrible, but people love her anyway - and a bear or three. Can't see them all, but they're there. |
Luck may be in its essence a study in contrasts. This summer, I would find my head bobbing more than once in beat with Daft Punk's Get Lucky. When thinking of this post, I considered this song Lucky Man by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer and came across this very sad and touching video made by a daughter to her father who had passed. Lucky? All in perspective.
But perhaps, it's this: we make luck out of our failures, out of our disappointments, and then repackage them as pure joy.
That works.
I like how your bears are synchronised.
ReplyDeleteHaha! I should start a synchronized bear swim team....hmmm maybe not!
DeleteI noticed my definition of lucky has changed as I age. In my youth I'd hear old folks say, at least they have their health and I'd think, big whoop. Who cares, show me the money, lol.
ReplyDeleteI have changed my mind. I'm liking the health option!
I should have put a picture of you and me for lucky. Lucky to have a friend like you!:)
ReplyDeleteI cannot tell you how much you and Tome mean to me - you are my pack!
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