Picture yourself
beautifully juggling
this month's
expectations,
celebrations,
obligations,
anticipations.
• • •
Lady Juggler by Indian painter Raja Ravi Varma. See more of his work here.
Juggling Is Beautiful
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Hi, Jen…
What a wonderful way to think of it: Juggling with serenity. It looks as if the balls stay in the air all on their own, and – cosmically speaking – they probably always do! A lovely image, and words, all of which I will keep in mind the next bunch of days. Where do you FIND these things…? XO, Gato/Carol… Or Carol/Gato… Whichever!
“Graceful.” There are many days when I wish I could just float across the mire gracefully. This image just said that to me. Isn’t she lovely?
Hi, Jen,
Did I ever tell you the origin of “Gatodicima”?
On a biking trip with some friends in Italy a bunch of years ago, we all decided that we needed Italian nicknames. (It was Italy; need I say more? Kind of like France…) Friend Kathy became “KBella”; her husband Frank, “Franco”; Bruce, “Bruschetta.” And our translation of Top Cat was “Gatodicima,” which we thought meant “Cat of the high place.” As it turns out, “cat” in Italian is “Gatto,” with two T’s. “Gato” means “gateway,” or “annex.” So, without even knowing it, I was named “Gateway to the high place,” and not a cat at all.
I’m actually quite pleased to have discovered that, only recently. The Universe never makes a mistake. Just something I have to live up to being!
XO,
C
“Gateway to a High Place” – I like that a lot! Perhaps it was your destiny to find your way to the blog then, to let us all glimpse that gateway through your thoughts and words?
Lovely words and pic. Did you write that, Jen?
I did write that – just a little piece of thought in the middle of a hectic day. : )
But that is perfect! You juggled with a few words, and they fell into a place of inevitablity.
Something magical about this one —
It was an in-the-moment kind of post. Perhaps my muse was sitting right in my lap! : )