Today I am going to give you another wee glance into my head (Daniel finds it a frightening place, so he doesn’t go there often). We have moved about eight times in our thirty years together. (I’d like to make it nine, but as I mentioned here before, we’ll probably both die in this hovel.) One house needed carpeting before we could unpack and toss our worldly goods around the place. My Beloved and I went to a floor covering store, and after about fifteen minutes there, he declared me Taste Blind. (He returned later with someone else’s wife and they chose the carpets.)
In seeing my photos here, and in knowing me as you all do (or knowing me enough to form an opinion, which I fully encourage) you can see that I am not a fashion plate. Dressing with style is a gene I was born without. I have a difficult time when I read the description of what someone is wearing in a book, I can’t always picture it, unless it’s jeans and a t-shirt.
Today I stopped at a neighborhood market I frequent on occasion, and chatted with the lovely young man behind the counter (he is getting ready to start a tattoo internship, and he has a one year old daughter). He’s worked there for most of the summer and nearly every time I go in he has a kerchief on his head. A bandana draped over the top of his hair and tied at the back of his neck.
As I was leaving the shop, a delightfully attired young woman walked in. She was wearing a cute little skirt and stripey tights. The reason I mention all of this is that I think style and taste fall under the categories of our previously discussed special talents, skills, and needs. I am needful of some sort of taste, style; others are extremely gifted in it. The tattoo apprentice looks dashing with his headwear, the young girl looked playful in her fun hose. I simply wear my Levi’s because they are comfortable. (Maybe comfort is my style?)
Last night it was getting chilly, so I went for a sweater, as I stood outside my closet door, I had another realization. We look past a lot of things we see every day. They are just there, so we stop seeing them. 
I don’t want to stop seeing some things. I have them for a reason, so I want to remember how much I enjoy them.
We have arrived, once more, at our Archangel deck. This message is so obvious and yet, like looking past items we forget to notice, it’s worth reminding ourselves to focus on.
“Healthy Lifestyle ~ Archangel Raphael ~ Eat a healthful diet, get adequate sleep, and exercise regularly for optimal health.
You are co-creating your health by following your inner guidance about lifestyle habits. I give you inner nudges to improve the way you eat, or to exercise, or to rest more often. My prodding is not to nag you or rob you of all pleasure. Rather, my urgings are in response to your prayers and affirmations for higher energy levels, increased well-being, weight loss, and a happier mood. When you take excellent care of your body, your outlook and self-esteem naturally blossom.”
