Fatigues

My medical healer told me that in one of my past lives, I was fighting in a war and was shot down in an air balloon. One of the psychics I went to also told me that in one of my past lives, I was a soldier.

If this is true, it explains my obsession with wearing army green when it clearly does not look good on me, and my love of red poppy flowers.

I'm currently looking for an original painting (oil, preferrably) of a red poppy field. I saw one at an art gallery near my work but was too scared of the price to go in and look at it more closely. I didn't need to go in, really. I saw how beautiful it was from the window.

Fast forward to my browsing on my favorite waste of time and money, etsy.com, and I found a painting. It's only $245 and it's an original. I found a similar one, larger, for $345 by another artist. Ever since Mon told me about her original oil, I've been thinking that I should invest in an original painting, but I wasn't sure what to buy. I like to buy art that reflects me as a person, but I feel like a fraud when I think of putting paintings of a Parisienne patisserie or ballet dancers on my wall. They're beautiful, but they represent more of what I want to be rather than what I am. There is something to be said about the projection of an idea yielding its reality, but if it doesn't feel like who you are at your core, there's no point.

Red poppies are at my core. I can feel them.