If there is such a thing as Karma, it must be a liquid. Because like the sea it can withdraw in an ebb and hit back in a flow. It can build a storm or be so calm not a single crest forms.
2010 saw a hectic Karmic storm in our family, with one thing after the other going down the tubes. When hubbs’ car was stolen this year in March I should have seen the writing…
One ducks and hopes that from one tidal storm to the next one has sort-of learnt to swim. I hope it doesn’t get worse.
Then again maybe there is no Karma, just Life. “The Wheel Turns” is missing two critical words: “At Random.”
But then Life, too, is a liquid. Blah, my philosophy button is jamming.
(vanishing into thin air)
(which proves that gipsika is a gas – all smoke, not even mirrors)