I'm just saying I've never seen them in the same place at the same time... or Batman.

For my 5th birthday my dad bought a SH#T ton of paint, called all my friends and said "Hey Son! I know you love to paint and stuff so here's my car and here's a cardboard house and you can paint it with ur friends" (OK It wasn't actually like that but..... probably something similar lol) But we had some Rules: - No roof painting - No tire painting (Spoiler: We broke that Rule...) - No window painting - No mirror painting And after like 12 hours we DID IT!! We painted the whole fricking car! And back then we lived in NY so we were famous kinda soon I remember driving through Manhattan in the summer when I was 12 with the song "Happy" Blaring and the windows down and people would take pictures and stuff. Anyways..... when I saw that @Goose Dunlavey was starting to paint that bus and also that picture down below... Something clicked haha. Just saying man I recommend adding a little corner for just some freedom and I am sure somethign crazy will come out of it :) After about 20 years the car started breaking down and in the end we sold it to some store or something. We were crying when that happened. But yeah! WHAT A RIDE! PS: what do you think of the car?

Every morning I wake up with it. This dread sitting in my head before my eyes are even open. So this morning I asked myself who in me is feeling this? And I found him. A boy. 14, maybe 15. Hiding in a corner. Shaking. Wouldn’t even look at me. And I understood why. He watched his family go from abundance to nothing. The house, the traveling, the freedom gone. His father contracted into lack and never came back out. He asked for art supplies for school and was told no. He was asked to drop his education. He was last. His father died and his last words were hold on to your money. A dying father trying to protect his son. But what that boy received in that moment was the wound dressed up as wisdom. And he carried it. Honored it. Let it pull him out of abundance and into lack at the most vulnerable moment of his life. Then his sister took her life in 2008. His wife left in 2019 because he was a shell of a man. He built all of it in his body and kept walking. This morning I went to that corner. I didn’t demand he come to me. I went to him. I said I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. I should have kept you safe. He put his hand on my head. And then he let me hold him. And I took him to the beach and we played in the water and the tears came so hard and so fast and so deep from somewhere I don’t even have words for. Deep wood. Deep wound. I don’t want to live from the pain anymore. I refuse it. I am cracked wide open right now and I can’t stop crying and it is the most beautiful thing I have felt in a long time. Because I accepted. Not performed acceptance. Not visualized it. Accepted. If this moved something in you drop a 🙏 You are not alone.

Generosity is more than a simple act of charity; it is a powerful spiritual tool for discernment and energetic alignment. By consciously giving, you shift your internal narrative from "I must protect what I have" to "I have more than enough to share."

So dealing with grief and all the paperwork that comes with it I decided to treat myself on the way home!! Lookit! A goose mug 🪿 Also got and egg mug to match the plate I already had.... And a mole. Mole is so soft and cute I couldn't leave him behind.