This week I'll be using a two deck set called OH Cards, which can be used as a game, or for "Explorations of Self and Dialogues of Acceptance" according to the cover booklet. One deck is large with words on the borders, the smaller group is made up of images. Each deck has 88 cards.
I don't know that I'd ever laugh at a street corner bum, they are everywhere here with their hungry or need work signs. And dogs, and most are smoking. For those smoking, my personal theory is they are better off than I am. At $7.00-9.00 a pack in this state even if I wished to start smoking again I couldn't afford it. Judgmental?..yeah. I'll work on that.
As a callow youth, maybe 14 years old without a mean bone in my body, I was once part of a group of six girls looking for a bum to roll. My guess is we'd have screamed and ran like the wind if we'd run across one. But it shows me the power of a strong or charismatic leader. And how easily a good kid can go bad. When I read stories of young people up to no good, I always wish I knew the rest of the story.
"Modern society calls the beggar bum and panhandler and gives him the bum's rush. But the Greeks used to say that people in need are the ambassadors of the gods." ~ Peter Maurin 1877-1949
The cards open previously closed doors to my own heart with their merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.