Elvis
Elvis has left the building
I’m my own worst enemy. I get so caught down in the drudgery aspect of day-to-day I stop seeing and feeling the magic & mystery around me. When I wake myself up to it, it’s truly miraculous. Living in the inner city of Sydney (& elsewhere, of course I know) it’s ever-present, varied & plentiful. There are the fairies, and many personas adopted by my fellow residents, and you have to love them for the colour and character they bestow. After one particularly grim post-holiday return and reminding myself to open my senses, I even saw Elvis, yes the Elvis, buying out the entire stock of Kraft cheese at my corner shop. So now you know it, Elvis is fit (if still a little chubby) & well and living in the inner city Sydney village of Darlington, NSW, Australia. I see gemstone sunrises & sunsets, rainbows, and clouds trying on more earthly forms of garb. I don’t have to go to a gallery to indulge in great art, it’s on the streets & walls around me. And to remind me of my blessings, neighbourhood cats present themselves just at the right time for pats.
Thank you Universe for your gifts,
EllaDee.
