Since I love giving gifts so much, I thought I'd capture them here. Here are my favorites for this year:
US Open (golf) tickets for my brother
A tarot card reading for my mom
Make your own book for one of my nieces-- you actually send the book in and they send it back "published," bound-and-all
A beautiful. very tasteful photo of a nude women (close up of her torso) in an equally beautiful custom frame for my husband
Fresh flowers for many of my favorite people in this world
And I'm contemplating inking my husband's name onto my upper, inner thigh-- which is not something I want, but the very idea that it would be a sacrafice is what is enticing about it-- I would truly be doing it for his pleasure and that's the kind of gift I love giving.
What was your favorite gift-- to give or receive this year?
Intuitive truth is the knowing of something that is not visible or provable in a scientific, factual way. This blog address those truths, which are revealed to us through a bodily knowing and captured through art; music; dance; and lyrical, descriptive writing. Reality is metaphorical: Every thing in the world points to something else, a truth contained within it that cannot be separated from the seer/ seeker. I hope you enjoy the blog and post your own glimpses of truth here and/or elsewhere.
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About Me
- Christine Sarah
- I’m a (sometimes, practical) dreamer who loves potential more than the finished product, the ideal more than the real, possibility more than actuality. I’m a double Pisces, Scorpio rising, lover of astrology. My husband tells me that I’m not a misfit, but that I don’t fit into the world very well. I’m a bit of a hermit, who follows the phases of the moon and loves all shades of red. Interior design, interesting photography, and men in work boots like the one’s painted by Van Gough turn me on. If I could do it all over, I would have had two beautiful children, whom I would have taught to dream, and paint, and believe in themselves. And I would have learned to dream, and paint, and believe in myself much earlier in life. I hope to someday have a yard full of wildflowers. I'd love to be a professional muse. And if I had my way, I would fall in love each and every day for the rest of my life.
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