While thinking about this theme all week, I realized that I don’t have a good luck charm. I have objects that I love and that hold beauty and meaning for me. I have precious things given to me by people I love and have been loved by. I have mementos that remind me of travels and faraway places.
But I don’t know about luck.
Do I believe in luck? I don’t know that I do. Unless by luck we mean the millions of mutations and evolutions, the decisions and hesitations, the actions, the coincidences, the escapes by and quick thinking of my ancestors that somehow landed me here and now.
I feel pinballed to this point in time. I could have landed anywhere. Or nowhere. A thought that makes the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and gives me a dizzy, groundless feeling.
Well yes, I’m lucky as all get out. And my life is charmed.
This photo and post are in response to this week’s theme for the 52 Photos Project. You can see a gallery of everyone’s photos for this week’s theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.