Thursday, January 31, 2019

Stillborn

Tree Wisdom Cards ~ Imagination

A silver birch stand is a stunning sight. Their life span just 40-60 years, stillborn compared to some of the worlds Bristlecone pines.

Planted along the entrance to my medical center, something worth going there for; their papery bark peels each year, bronze in youth, white in maturity. I get sidetracked, savoring with my eyes.

What could the human mind create that would be as imaginative as nature provides freely each day? 

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Vrksasana

Tree Wisdom Cards ~ Balance

Finding time, finding balance. Not gonna happen.

Make time, make balance.

With busted eyes Vrksasana and escalators aren't an option.
So I do wobbly sapling and stairs. Up to me to find the balance that serves.  

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Taking Responsibiity

Tree Wisdom Deck ~ Oneness

The only thing that came to mind while I waited 45 minutes for connectivity to wake up was long time couples. Rob and I think as one about a lot of things. Riffing on our similarities from birth. Our sharp differences make our oneness engaging and worth getting up for.

The deck creator would have oneness taking responsibility for our own life and health, to live in a positive manner. I can do that.

Weight Watchers workshops are free this week. Have a visit!
On a world scale, have a thought for the Baobab trees. If the earth is not healthy, we are doomed. 

Monday, January 28, 2019

Liberated

Wisdom Cards ~ Liberate

Liberated mind.
Slamming my quilt books through ebay has given me a $600.00 book fund. The + side of the - side. In synchronicity two books came into my hands I thought I'd never find. One visial, one audible. Snapped them up without blinking a busted eye.

Liberated home. Out with the physical damage mother's dementia left on our home has helped let that mother free. Maybe I had to live with it four years to clear the path for something else to come in. Maybe it was penance.

Liberated life. The day after total responsibility for mother lifted we got in the car and left for three weeks. I had time to visit with a dear friend in Mississippi before she lost the fight to cancer. I hold that visit and that time on the road as the first step on the long road to mental recovery.  Probably responsible for saving my own life. 

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Small Smile

Tree Wisdom Cards ~ Serenity

My friend Theresa, in her 80's, began to nod off through the day. But there was always a small smile on her face. No slack-jawed drool business going on.

When I was twenty-two a gentleman in his 80's said "pardon me ma'am, are you a recent widow? Your face is so sad." I was having the time of my life, a cuppa in hand and people watching. He was a recent widower and thought he recognized a fellow traveler.

In between Elena Brower said in a yoga video, "soft face, small smile".

All that said to say, I work on presenting soft face small smile. Outside in and back out. Present serenity, it will come. 

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Turbocharger?

Prisma Visions Tarot ~ Moon

Moonrise.

Change.
I like that.
Via match?
Wennie.
Turbocharger?
Probably. I yam what I yam.

Moonset?
Sounds good.

Friday, January 25, 2019

Lush

Prisma Visions Tarot ~ 10 of Coins

Lush. Happyland. Everything they could want.
While I've been sitting here working I've been glancing over at this card in the morning queue, gathering thought seeds for the post.

Someone lying down, eyes and mouth covered with black tape, total disorder roiling across the brain. This is how I feel under the cloud cover of too much stuff, too many choices, wants vs. needs, acquisitions running the show.  Now that vision is in I can't get it out.

I'll superimpose this image with my walk down in the forest Wednesday. Nothing but natural neutral nature. Lush. Happyland. Everything I could want. Reminders are good. So is simple. 

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Channeling The Inner Empress

Prisma Visions Tarot ~ Empress

A week full of ruling class draws. The term turns the stomach...and what does that say to and about me? And the Empress, dogging me.  "Receiving and reflecting the natural world" (James Eads) or has that always been the seed of the Empress and I can't get past the whole mommyism vs the poor pitiful childless woman?
 Many of my good friends are childless. Not sought deliberately. Odd that, in a world awash with children.

Back to reflecting the natural world, I've been working on my naturescape table this week; this is a favorite new gathering. Abalone shell my father-in-law brought home from the South Pacific in 1938. Yellow rose buds from my own roses, fresh moss and lichen from my own forest, and a downed nest from our farm. Lovely. My own forest, my own farm. I mean from the real world that belongs to no one and every one. Channeling the inner empress. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Phallic Symbol

Prisma Tarot ~ King of Coins/Pentacles

When James Eads published the first edition of his deck in 2013 this card would have made me scratch my head. Fast forward to the 2018 fourth edition and this is our world.

The only thing missing is the forty inch necktie phallic symbol. 

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Out Of Mind

Prisma Vision Tarot ~ King of Swords

Here he is, mindlessly thinking himself the king of it all...little minds never see the full picture, too wrapped up in self.

An easy place to get to, starts with the comfort zone where life is easy. No need to take in to consideration anyone else's problems or terrors. No need to confront reality. Why should we; out of sight, out of mind. 

Monday, January 21, 2019

Ride 'Em Knight

Prisma Visions Tarot ~ Knight of Cups/Chalices

WaHooEeee...Is he riding the sea serpent or has the sea serpent flung him from his element? Looks exhilarating but short lived. There is a reason eight seconds is the cowboy wins whistle. In the end the bronc always wins because an old bronc buster is busted.

Where does he go from here? When the cheering crowds and the pouty girls go home what does he make of his life? Actors seem to favor restaurants, sports figures car dealerships.

Where would I be if washed from my element? Plugging along, thinking creatively, going with the flow, crying in my cups? It is a funny old world, and humans don't live long enough to learn by their mistakes. The real crime is not learning from history. Ride 'em Knight and remember water can't win over gravity. 

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Full Cycle

Prisma Visions Tarot ~ Hermit

The new reality of my vision provides a moon like this, although the corona is no longer there. Doesn't mean I don't go out and howl with or at the full moon, as I will tonight. I'll walk, marveling no artificial light required you puny human.

I'll walk like our Hermit, alone, with focus.

And while I'm walking I'll think about the pull of the moon and the temperatures of the ocean currents working together so the water now off Haystack Rock will ride the pull for 500 years before reappearing in that spot for another go round.  I doubt life as we know it will still be here then, a good thing indeed you puny stupid humans.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Empress of Phooey

Brady Tarot ~ Empress
As a woman without children, the Empress card throws me; many tarot renditions offer a pregnant woman as the icon with keywords fecund and fertile.  The dictionary offers 'sovereign ruler of great power and rank, especially one ruling an empire'. In Bosnia known as carica.

A boatload of pointless information. That is the week I've had, chasing after information in a land of information bloat. The post office/ebay have decided some of the quilt books I shipped were 10 pounds 1 ounce rather than all under 2 pounds. Charging me the overage. Ehh? Did you ever call the 1-800 postal service number? I'm confounded at how to get a refund for a useless app. $30.00 with auto renewal. I've been all over Apple store, the developers (very nice), general web directions...brick wall. I can't seem to get a simple toggle on my tarot forum to work, which works for everyone else and is a deal breaker. Can't figure out how to load an MP3. Phooey on this week and the Empress.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Taken

Brady Tarot ~ Fool

Would that be a Stellar Jay feeding a hawk or eagle chick? Ehh? Ahh, a cowbird chick and a bunting mother. All is clear. Cowbirds and starlings are opportunity layers, anyone else's nest will do and it is a nasty business practice indeed.

Much like the carpola we see old white men get up to. There are a million ways to be taken for a fool and they know them all.  And more fools born every day. 

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Stop Judging Me

Brady Tarot ~ Judgement

Rising up. Lifting off. Bats are leaving the cave in an organized explosion. Is the eagle observing? Herding? Bat snacking? Getting out of the way? Being harried? And what's the snake thinking?

Earliest tarot decks with majors based on christian iconography offer folk rising from coffins to greet an angel. I roll my eyes and move on taking a more literal stance. A little snarky judging.

A deck based on the animal kingdom tells me the eagle is the highest flying bird. Ehh? Hardly. The companion book by Pollack would have us believe it. Sometimes I just get tired and think I should be using playing card decks. Nah...where is the thought provoking fun in that? But lots of birds fly higher than eagles and lazy fact checking gets on my last nerve. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Slow Process, Death

Brady Tarot ~ 3 of Swords/Arrows

Scrub Jays again. Who are called and gather to peep and  screech at the body of a companion. (UC Davis study) This surprises me as they hold a wide territory as a pair. Maybe not as wide as I've been led to believe by other sources.

Grief, mourning, acknowledgement, acceptance. Mother has been gone four years next month. I am only now truly getting past the horror that was her gripped in dementia. Maybe because just this month we are tearing out the resulting damage from her time here. Carpet has been replaced, her bathroom is gutted.

Mother going. My mom coming back. That woman I can grieve. A slow process, death. 

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Pretty Sure

Brady Tarot ~ 4 of Swords/Arrows

Withdrawal. Truce in Thothyspeak. Not the same thing. Withdrawal can be full scale retreat, or gathering up force to spring. I am marginally cross with one of my quilt groups. My nature is to be ruthless and leave. Otherwise known as flouncing from the room. But I'm also thinking about my moon phase reading of vulnerability vs disguise.

I think my 2019 path is clear, find the equilibrium in the situation. It is only a personal truce after all. I can live with that. Pretty sure.

Monday, January 14, 2019

Vulnerability vs. Disguise

Brady Tarot ~ Ace of Cups/Horns

I feel in flux.
My drawing for first quarter moon today called for more vulnerability, less disguise. Ace of Cups...

I told Rob about my four Thursday nightmares, my little sister and me, her always dying, my finally choosing the lava over the pain.

Never let it be said . Something. I don't know what

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Chickenhawk

Daily Draw: Brady Tarot ~ 8 of Swords/Arrows

We have bird feeders year around. We find the Stellar Jays are communal birds and spend a lot of time squawking. We enjoy the Scrub Jays, usually a pair to about ten acres and they are quiet.

The stellars and even the finches harry our red tail hawks and crows. Strength in numbers I suppose. The hawk that does the most damage to the little birds reminds me of FogHorn LegHorn nemesis Henery the little brown chickenhawk. He lurks in the same big rhody as my finches and favorites, the juncos. Then bam, nothing but feathers.

If we eliminated the unimportant and immaterial it would be fairly simple to identify where our oppression comes from...it isn't everything, it is something. Ignoring it or busying it won't make it stop. 

Saturday, January 12, 2019

A Nation. Eroded

Illuminated Oracle ~ Erosion

Erosion: Mind. Heart. Faith. Trust. Spirit. Heroes.
Courtesy. Honesty. Thoughtfulness. Nation.
Bones. Belly. Skin. Hair. Lungs.

The whole illusion of fair. It is all going. Life in a nutshell.
But our nation? In a speeding handcart on eroded rails? With really expensive tires?

Friday, January 11, 2019

Lava

Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Fire

Last night I died in a black suffocating boiling lava flow.
Just laid down and took it.
Sometime insomnia is the better of its twin, nightmares.
And lava would be a better alternative to losing someone again. 

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Ragbag Love

Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Relationship

Most shirts these days don't need pressed if pulled from the dryer promptly. Rob likes a crisp shirt. So about 20 years ago I quietly gave him the gift of spending a whole 10 minutes a week crisping up the sleeves and collars. On all of them.

This is one of the extreme results. A shirt that has sentimental meaning, he  wears it when he puts up hay in Eastern Oregon every year. I still press it for him. A relationship thing. He runs his hands over the front and calls it his Dress Shirt 

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Honcho and Jacob

Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Abundance

My ginger tabby Honcho is in the hall playing with the same piece of heavy wrapping paper he has been working on for two days. His favorite toy is a pink pipe cleaner that is grey and worn now. If he understands abundance he knows he has it in spades. Two hots and a cot as they say.

Since the 30th of December I've been flinging books to ebay. Five shelves gone, many pounds, and I've gotten over feeling abused about my eyes. Last night I put my entire hardback collection of Stephen King on Craigslist. They were gone in two hours and the young man is SO excited. It was fun to talk to a fellow King follower, so many many years of pleasure. I included a signed letter in one of the books for a treat later. I have abundance, I recognise that every day, and now Jacob has some abundance also. Life is good. 

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

On A Scale

Daily Draw: Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Wisdom

Wisdom. Book Smart. Wise.
Hidden Knowledge. Found Knowledge.
Fund of Knowledge.

On a scale, would the above or below have the greater weight?
Common Sense. Street Smart.

The greater value?

Monday, January 7, 2019

Shelter And Food

Daily Draw: Illuminated Universe Oracle ~ Multiverse

Is there life on other planets? How could there not be? Our planet is a pin head on a pin head on a pin head in the endless universe.

But...we live in a multiverse. Do the boys in the hood live on the same planet as the men in the swamp? Hardly.
On our wired 24/7 lalaland what connects us with the backwoods islands where electricity hasn't landed? Shelter and food. Not much else. 

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Big White Bagel

Daily Draw: Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Upheaval

Malstrom! A whirlpool of extraordinary size.
Pretty much found in Pirates of the Caribbean
Tornado! Violently rotating column of air.
Typhoon! A tropical cyclone.
Cyclone!
Hurricane!

Big white bagel. Big white comma. Big fat upheaval.
Changing lives forever. It is a wonder we can get up in the morning.

Saturday, January 5, 2019

If Only

Daily Draw: Illuminated Earth Tarot ~ Deluge

I see this ever so often, driving down a highway or looking across the valley. Dry here, deluging somewhere else. Of course when I'm in the deluge I can't see anything but.

Which pretty much describes the analogy to life. If I'm happy the only grim I know is someone else's. When I'm grim that is all I can see. Lots of words to say, that's life. When it rains it pours. When you smile the world smiles with you... If Only. 

Friday, January 4, 2019

Palmer Pletsch

Daily Draw: Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Combustion

It is why I have my three week rule, but I love combustion! I woke up in the night last week thinking "it would be fun to go back to clothing construction". I made most of my clothes up to the 1980's when patterns got more expensive than buying the finished product at Penney's or Target.

And I'm retired. I have the time to do these things I could never do when I was working. So google and I joined hands and went for a walk. And was reminded of Palmer Pletsch, only a stone's throw away.

Now to let it simmer and see if it takes flame.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Upclouded

Daily Draw: Illuminated World Oracle ~ Structure

Hey. We all need it. Not sure we all want it. This is yesterday's Transient post, upclouded. I'm thinking about a Quirkeries annex. Maybe a tab. Or leave it be, what is just enough once can be cramping on a daily diet.

I am, in my standard new year mode, wired for sound. I'll think about forming more structure, just as soon as my 2019 jetpack of legos arrive.

A new project is afoot.  I thought it would be a good way to see if I'm leashing my brain in a healthy manner or careening off the rails.  Structure. A good thing.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Gotta Boogie

Daily Draw: Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Transient

Short-timer. Just temporary. Hang for a minute. Just passing by. Gotta Boogie. I'll be right there. Can't stay gotta run. Homeless. Broke. Busted. Bent.

As a retiree with all the time in the world, I work hard at not wasting it. As a former depressie I am aware of how much fun I'm having now, belting out Mustang Sally to the beat of my keyboard or sewing machine.

All of our days are transient. I'm trying to make mine count. That mountain of books behind me? I've been moaning over for two years? I have slung many to ebay and will have even more today. Nothing takes much of our precious time if we just get on the stick and boogie. Procrastination will eat us and our days alive.
And hanging on to books won't help my eyes, they are busted.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Trypophobia

Daily Draw: Illuminated Earth Oracle ~ Attachment

Is it an attachment or an addiction? This image reminds me of the Hanged Man and 8 of Swords, bound by choice.

On this first day of 2019 many of us will be sloughing off both. Perhaps just for the day, maybe for life. Those habits started innocently enough, an interest, an experiment, a bite. I wish us all well in our efforts. She said with a resigned shrug.

A friend who has difficulty letting go of things said she wished she was like me. I had to caution her, not being sentimental has its own pain. What's wrong with me? Am I even human?

Info-junkie insert: In looking at images to identify what the hands are holding I think it is a dried lotus pod or head. Which lead to trypophobia. Who knew?