Extreme Craze. The saying is "I have to see it to believe it". We are seeing it and people still don't believe it. Fish On A Hot Tin Roof in a hundred different ways.
I'm spending the rest of the year away from this madness. A two week vacation. Love the sound of that.
Common interests shared. I worked with the public all my life, and one thing common at this time of year was how much people didn't want to do christmas, the impossible expectations, the have tos, the need tos, all the pressure they felt before they could consider the want tos.
This year we all have the option of not to. If we don't take it we are even bigger fools than I imagine and deserve the angst. Maybe consider that anxiety and dread is the part we like best and embrace it, own it.
The Winter of our Strength. Maybe we'll get through it with that mindset. Because many trials and tribulations and sorely heavy burdens come without a pull date.
We now have one for the pandemic via science and perseverance. Not sure I'm willing to take it if it comes with a string of government tracking...but in the end I expect we will. I do not want to die suffocating on decomposing lungs. Wearing a mask is zero problem compared to that.
I was at the hospital yesterday at 7:30 AM and right behind me was an older man with obvious medical problems and in a wheelchair, kicking up a big fuss about wearing a mask in the building. I stood well back :) and watched for awhile and in the end I felt sorry for him, he just wanted someone to listen to him. I listened. And when he put the mask on I stepped forward and thanked him. He had tears in his eyes. I wonder if not wearing a mask is a form of self-suicide like smoking or pulling a gun on a cop? The human mind, always interesting.
Sensible and Cautious Taurus receives a go-getter nudge from Aries. Never did have a big enough brainpan to memorize all the sun sign stuff, but these folk look set for a celebration. Good on 'em.
I was wishing this morning I had an 'ugly christmas sweater' to wear tomorrow to the doctor. How I never managed to get one of these classic americanisms is beyond me; probably because they are likely made in China, where is the true spirit in that? And I'm a scrooge. A passing fancy, I won't remember I wanted one ten minutes from now. In normal times the Goodwill Store would have racks of them, donated the day after christmas' past. A very good moral for keeping my pennies in my pocket, this Cup will take some serious filling.
Sensible and cautious, we'll get through.
Runic Tarot ~ 6 of Cups/Beltane
Analysis. Oh, I'm good at this. Even better at missing the forest for the trees. Or self-deceiving when somewhere on some level I must know better.
I do love analysis though, some of my best thoughts have come out of thinking... No plans to give it up.
Moving on. Pierpont was the power on Wall Street, in the 1907 Panic he organized financiers into saving the economy from collapse. He was not known best for golfing but for doing.
Those times I've been stuck, I was mostly oblivious to it. That happens. Going to the same job, seeing the same people, eating the same meals, watching/reading same same. Can't unstick until we open our eyes, jiggle our brain about with something new.
Something that excites our spirit, makes us want to try something different, or do something old in an entirely new way. The new dog Fiona has the whole household doing that. I'm exploring restarting an old interest I haven't tried in a decade, not easy with Covid safety protocols. But that little tummy tickle is there, working to shuck off some mental shell casing. I've chosen my word of the year for 2021, with a sub-word for the first time. Why not? (Wednesday Dec. 9th card)
Mental contentment. The suit of health and wealth gives us that constant pull of balancing long term needs and living in the day. Forgo the new car, invest in college fund. Skip the cruise, reroof the house. But it is really true, all work and no play makes for a very dull life. Been there.I barely remember my 30's. Not because it was so long ago, I remember my 20's and 40's well, but my 30's was full nose to the grindstone.
Yet a lot of the things I've jettisoned in my long term goal to downsize by half were from that era. I was making money, but I was spending money like there was no tomorrow. I had six major surgeries during that period too, come to think of it. Recognized there would be no children. That moved us to a different section of the Wheel, different outlooks.
A good day to remember if I could do it all over again, there isn't much I'd change, but I'd make some small tweaks :) I did the best I could with who I was.
Art Of Life Tarot ~ Justice
I no longer believe in even the hope of Justice.
Or moral leadership, or watchdog committees, or willingness to work together for the greater good. I grieve for the me that once believed in America. That ship has sailed, without me.
Couldn't remember drawing the Magician recently, searched my blog, dozens and dozens, at least three in 2020. And like the back of cereal boxes, I read, because I was there. Search engine...magic.
Computers as magic came up often. Each day this week as I've set in my chair with Fiona the new dog at my side, training her out of the instinct that cats are prey, I've been reading my books on iPad. Currently The Big Book of Christmas Mysteries edited by Otto Penzler. Nest Egg followed by Hen Party by Josi Avari, Hawaii and chickens! Two SoulCollage® books by Anne Marie Bennett followed by several conversations with her. Murder in a Nice Neighborhood followed by Murder in the Marketplace by Lora Roberts, a revisited favorite from the 90's, with dips in and out of Hemlock at Vespers: Fifteen Sister Fidelma Mysteries by Peter Tremayne set in seventh century Ireland.
I choose, download, read by fingertip guidance. Scroll, scroll really fast (not a fan of Sherlock Holmes reimagining) press word to look up in the magic dictionary, or flip to google for more information. It is magic. All those books and hundred+ more saved and catalogued in my Library, or deleted as not worth the life hours to reread.
The Art Of Life Tarot ~ 10 of Wands
Fortitude. Perseverance. Good luck with that.
I will add embarrassment, cowardice, deplorable self-centered ignorance. We deserve everything we get. We bought this load, now we carry it.
Art Of Life Tarot ~ Page of Wands
Like yesterday, another distorted opinion of self card. How many thousands of times have I judged someone else knowing absolutely nothing about their story?
The psychology behind 'crazy old cat lady' is they don't think anyone else can care for cats or dogs or children as well as they. So they keep gathering up living creatures, being neither suited or able to do the right thing. The animals or children end up being taken into care in a lump group, which narrows the quick chance for a real home, and it breaks the creature hoarder, physically and financially. Lose Lose.
I need to remember my inner crazy old cat lady persona and lay off the judgemental crazy old lady. I have enough inner devil to float ten people's boats, enough already. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go I sigh.
False ideology, wrinkled introspection. Brush Turkey didn't like herself or anyone else particularly. She scorned the other forest birds based on her own bent reflections, and when chance gave her fire she burnt the verdant forest to the ground forming the central red desert of Australia.
And that effort gave her dull soot colored feathers and red wrinkled face and neck. I wonder how often I've given myself that reward for prejudging someone else's inner spirit. We've come in contact with a number of seemingly rabid dog rescue groups in the past month, wondering why they are bussing dogs in from other states and countries, when there are so many going hungry here. Reminds me of the rabid anti-abortionists, who offer nothing to orphanages, better funding for inspections of foster homes, no open door of their own. But maybe that is just my wrinkled reflection I'm seeing.
Perpetual motion, journey. Today we are on the road, unusual for us, but it may result in the new family member we are ready to welcome into our life.
Many animals have been given up because of Covid, either their owner has died from it or jobs and consequently, homes have been lost.
Still debating even getting the vaccine? See where you stand in line in this article...after the rich and famous get theirs of course. We are low on the trickle down path, but the good news is there are all those crash test dummies in front of us.
Like our American buffalo herds, the Australian fur seals at Seal Rock are slaughtered and gone. Sometimes the environmentalists go too far but if humans don't have some kind of check, they also go too far.
Rob is licensed to carry, as are many members of my family. We don't hunt anymore, the nothing matters blood lust of Rob's war years passed, and we figured out shouting "free meat" was just an excuse to kill. Nothing free about all the licensing and equipment and time off work associated with that little bit of free meat.
I guess this is one of my sub-soapboxes, if I raise a spear or pistol it will be to protect my personal body, I'll be no ones free meat or fur coat.
Oracle of the Dreamtime ~ Rainbow Lorikeet
Disabilities. This is the story of a little girl with twisted limbs and constant pain, who was transformed into a beautiful shining bird who could fly away, leave it all behind. Lovely story. Not life.
I don't even know if I'm allowed to say disability now. I know a lot of us are the d word that doesn't show. Most of us probably if truth be told. Humans are fragile on the outside and inside, when we aren't being tough.
A teacher identified herself to me a few days ago as she/her and I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. When she explained I laughed and said I didn't have a clue what all the other self-identifiers meant either and was afraid to look them up for fear of what the searches would inverdently bring back and I'd need to boil my eyes.
All I know for sure is humans have Always been born different, maybe 2020 is when they get to say so. And honestly? I don't want or need to know their sexual persuasion. Because it doesn't matter, only love and we all need that. I hope we all find it and sometimes that love is disabled too. It takes work to make a Rainbow Lorikeet.
Cycles and changes. We are working the process for making a big one, adopting a new family member.
We've been here a good number of times before, it is always scary and exciting. Hard work and big fun.
Hats off to the many and myriad dog rescue groups who give so much and work so hard to save the ones who can't save themselves.
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