Precious Child

I was lost, now I’m found. I was down, I’m getting up. I’m on the back porch, under a blue sky, and the birds (inside and out) are chattering along beautifully.

No medicine could be better. So I give thanks to divinity with this song:

And today’s art is one of my Tarot cards: Trump number ten, the Wheel.

(c) 2010 Karin A. Robinson

Sometimes we’re high, sometimes we’re low, but we always get where we gotta go.

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