in a past life or maybe the next sign spinning is my calling. i’ve spun the wheel and i’ve taken a spin as well as a tumble; the die is cast. no longer in the cards. but if this roulette wheel hits green then the mean spinnin lean grinnin gremlin i know myself to be will emerge. signs are a sign of the time and it seems the clock has spun a few too many times. all that’s left are the advertisements. i’m just grateful to be a witness - to spin the block He occupies. maybe in my next turn, but for now this has just left my head spinning 🦔💞.
