I have the distinct feeling EVERYONE is avoiding talking to me. It's very strange. It's like I got sprayed with the psychic equivalent of skunk malodor and everyone is repelled by me.
I think Natalia's jinn is trying to take possession of me. Or maybe it's just her psychic spoor that has gone off on me. Either way, it's not going to work on me. I dreamed that I found my lost hamsa hand ornament. I need to get a new one. I'll ask Hasan if it would be possible for him to send me one.
#brokenyetbeautiful A pleasant surprise; a bit of old wallpaper peeking through the paint. Now I know what used to be in the closet area at the top of the stairs, before someone in the past history of this house made the awful decision to paint the entire staircase and closet area the horribly overbearing turquoise color you see in the photo. It's a nice color in small doses but not when it is completely surrounding you, even on the ceiling! and it's terrible for spreading the light from the one bulb. #brokenyetbeautiful I love the beauty of these shards of colorful pottery. I find it symbolic of how something (or someone) that is broken can still bring value and beauty to this earth.
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