I want to buy this painting for my lover~
Dedicated to My Baby~
This hexagram signifies a deep bond or feeling of kinship. This is a time when it will be easy to cultivate mutual trust in relationships and partnerships. Let go of any remnants of prejudice you may carry, and seek the beauty and fullness that can be found in all people and things. Realize all life is interconnected. Everyone is one. This is the inner truth you have been seeking, but have never lost. Also indicated here are the differences between what is outside and what is inside yourself. What truly matters to you?
Another reading of this hexagram:
The hexagram means the truth of reality as it is, measured by the directness of one’s experience of the moment.
Close to this truth, one’s experience is simple. It is as uncomplicated and real as it possibly can be.
When one has fewer expectations and preconceptions about reality, there are fewer internal complexities preventing its direct perception and one’s expressions are more sincere.
A less complex external environment also facilitates a direct engagement with reality because it is easier to comprehend and imposes fewer demands on one’s behavior.
By taking life as it comes and not subjecting one’s experience to comparison, one can be more accepting of reality as it is and more comfortable with one’s place in it. Simplicity leads to peace of mind.
Simplicity can also be seen in the uncomplicated straightforwardness of domestic life. The hexagram means feeling at home.
If you weren’t there, congratulations, your young, but you missed the party. Hedonism was at an all time high. There were no deadly sexually transmitted diseases and all we did was party. I was 21 at the height of the craze and I worked as a cocktail waitress in several high end private clubs in Houston, Texas. I would have rather been in New York and should have taken my sexy little ass there, but things are they way the should be. I digress.
Night after night we snorted white powder up our noses, slathered on makeup and swayed seductively through the throngs of sweating people carrying trays of drinks high above our heads. Pinched and propositioned uncountable numbers of times per evening. The days were sleeping until 1 or 2PM, lying by the pool, grabbing some food and doing it all again. Most of the time we were up until dawn. In those days I never even knew what day of the week it was, I don’t think I even knew people who worked nine to five jobs.
This was Disco
The quintessential disco song.
Fortunately, I did survive, and it is a miracle.
Peace and Peanut Butter!