I’ve probably said it before, but MomGoth (that’s me) loves blue-tailed skinks. When I was in counselling for depression, my therapist advised me to pay attention to the little things that made me happy instead of the global things that made me suicidal. When I left her office, the first thing I saw was a blue-tailed skink.
They always made me happy, and now they’re sort of a symbol of all the small, intense joys that make life worth living.
I took this picture Tuesday, outside Harrison Health and Rehab facility, where a bunch of us go to sing hymns and old songs with the residents one day a month. We sing everything from “Abide With Me” to “Take Me Out To The Ball Game.” We call our group Joyful Noise. 🙂
Look at that beautiful critter! He was in the shade, but he kindly skriggled into the sunlight so I could get a good snappie of him.
How could I not be happy?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: How does your main character feel about reptiles?
p.s. Happy birthday to me!