Brightly Attentive.

Posted on January 26, 2012 | 7 Comments

            Before we get started with our daily dose of ridiculous and verbose, or move on to anything else, I have to share that recipe I promised you guys days ago.  For the entire thing, plus credits and pictures and the exact nutrition numbers, go here.  (Seriously, go there.)  For the basics, and just to give you an idea of what you were seeing in that little bowl Dan brought me to taste test, here it is: 

  • 1 cup couscous
  • 1 red bell pepper, seeded and chopped
  • ½ cup raisins
  • ½ cup chopped dried apricots
  • ½ cucumber, seeded and diced
  • ¼ cup chopped pitted Kalamata olives
  • ¼ cup blanched almonds, lightly toasted
  • ¼ cup pine nuts, lightly toasted
  • ¼ cup olive oil
  • 2 tbsp fresh lemon juice
  • 1 tbsp chopped mint

Directions 

1. Put the couscous in a heatproof bowl.  Add enough boiling water to cover the couscous by 1 in (2.5cm).  Let stand for 15 minutes, or until the couscous has absorbed all the water.  Fluff up the grains with a fork.

2. Stir in the pepper, raisins, apricots, cucumber, olives, almonds, and pine nuts.

3. Whisk together the oil, lemon juice, and mint.  Pour over the couscous and toss.  Season with salt and pepper.  Serve warm, or let cool and serve at room temperature. 

            That particular site has a ton of great stuff on it, this one is not the only thing we’ve tried.  Today I went in search of black mustard seeds (did not find them, had to get brown) for a dish that is made with orange cauliflower (there is also purple!), which I really can’t wait to try.

             Our title today refers, partly, to the weather (and partly to me too, I did NOT forget the recipe again), it was so freaking sunny today!  I went out on the bike, not much else to report about the ride.  However, when I got home from my erranding, TA DA! there was box waiting for me on the porch.

             Fender!   Now affixed securely over the back tire, the better to keep water and mud and all manner of debris OFF of my behind-me areas.  (Did Daniel and I have to argue and bitch and fight during, before, and moderately after the installation of this accessory?  Of course we did.  But then I left the garage, so the conflicts were over at that point.)   Once I take it for a test run, I’ll be sure to report in.

             One of the places I had to go this afternoon was the library.  Across the street there used to be (a billion years ago) a Sears.  Then (for another billion years) there was a big pit.  Soon there will be an expanded downtown campus for our local community college.  Currently it looks like this.

              Every time I go by there I want to stop and just watch the progress, it’s a fairly huge thing for us.  Not that it will have any bearing on my life, directly, but it’s interesting all the same.  (Oh wow, in googling around to find that first link, I found this, which says they have a webcam aimed at the construction.  I am totally gonna come back and check it out.  You know how I love webcams!)

             I’ve had this note in my draft folders for weeks, but I don’t have any pictures to go with it, so I keep just NOT writing about it:  hats.  My Beloved has been making me new hats.  We’ve just about run out of “good” yarn around here because of my special requests.  Cotton is the only option (especially now that we know bamboo as fibre is a poor choice).  Or cotton with alpaca maybe (not that we have any of that).  But mostly just cotton.  I promise, over our next weekend we’ll get the camera out so you can see how beautiful his work is, while I’m wearing it (or possibly them).

             Just about the first thing I did today was flip over our card.  When I saw what the top of it said I kept repeating it in my head, and I was conscious of staying on the awares*.  (That’s another part of today’s title, which made itself known, very clearly, as I pedaled past the burnt-up house.)

*I can’t recall where that phrase started, seems like it had to with Winnie the Pooh, but it may have just been used by us during the years we watched those videos with the witchlings several times a day, or even when the original version first played, when I was a kid.  I just know that it’s something that sticks in my head, and I still say it.

“Pay Attention  ~

Notice  repetitious signs and your inner guidance, as they can yield valuable information.

Heaven is giving you important messages, and by drawing this card, you are asked to pay extra attention to them.  Notice conversations you overhear, comments made to you by others, inner feelings and thoughts.  Look for common threads among the signs, as they are forms of guidance to help you manifest your Divine purpose and desires.

It is not your imagination that Heaven is sending you signs and Divine guidance.  Anytime you hear or feel something three or more times, especially within a short time period, it is information worthy of your attention.  These signs also give you feedback about your current belief system, since your thoughts attract mirroring experiences.  Use these signs to heal beliefs that dishonor you, and swim in the direction that your guidance points you.”

             (Standard Doreen Disclaimer: if the word Heaven does not resonate with you, please feel free to substitute it for something that does.  I like Universe, but put whatever is comfortable for you in that spot.)

            This illustration has its good and bad aspects for me, but the message is entirely good.  It has a few levels to it though.  The obvious one, about paying attention and noting signs that we are being given, is a great reminder.  But she also tosses in that last bit at the end, about belief systems. 

              My thought here is that she’s basically saying to follow our heart, more specifically, if we are in a position of seeking some spiritual assistance, stay tuned-in to what our emotions and senses are telling us.   If we feel as though the place we go for solace is not doing the job, keep looking, don’t settle. 

            I really like the line that talks about healing “beliefs that dishonor” us.  Honor and respect for ourselves are necessary foundational building blocks, basic elements we all need, because once that stable self-support is in place, we are better able to express to others (consciously or subconsciously) that they treat us accordingly, as beings who are worthy of love, honor, respect, and so much more.

 Foreign License Plate Report:

that new, very colorful, Alaska; and the newer Idaho one with the bird on it; lots of Texas people; plus a Minnesota.

Today’s Deck:

Magical Mermaids and Dolphins Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue

 

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Review, repeat, re-run, reply, and reversed.

Posted on January 25, 2012 | 25 Comments

             It seems we need to clear up a few things.  Robin asked about yesterday’s title, which I thought was pretty self-explanatory, but perhaps not.  (It’s not you, it’s me.  For real.)  There are days I really struggle over what to put in the top line/empty space.  A majority of them though, just pop into my head, and that makes me tremendously grateful.  For the most part the headings over each post have about two or three levels to them.  Not always, but usually.

              Some of the lyrics from a song by The Eurythmics - 

(Annie Lennox, David Allan Stewart) 

Here comes the rain again

Falling on my head like a melody

Falling on my head like a new emotion

I want to walk in the open wind

I want to talk like lovers do

I want to dive into your ocean

Is it raining with you

            The inspiration of it came as I was hearing the raindrops hit my hood when I rode under some very wet trees.  Originally I thought there was line in there somewhere about the rain “pounding” but it’s not on any of the sites I saw.  Maybe she just sang that, sort of improv-like, only the one time, on the recording I’m familiar with.  Or I’ve been remembering it wrong for a gazillion years.  Either way, this was one layer of why I typed that line in last night.

            Another aspect of it is how, when I mentally round up what’s been going on in the day, I eventually sort it into categories as I sit down at the keyboard.  The groups often relate to the Elements (in the open wind, your ocean).  Did I have any cool sparks of Divinely sent brilliance?  What did I see while I was outside?  How many pictures do I have today?  Is the card a fun one or a serious message that I need to focus further on?  Both maybe?  List of Foreign Plates this time?  (Am I hungry?  And where the fuck are my notes?)

             Additionally, in the case of “falling on my head” it was all about my sister there for an hour or so.  I hear from her occasionally, and I have those pink clogs in the card altar room, so sometimes I put them on and wear them around when I’m in there.  Not precisely FALLING so much as BEING in my head.  She helped me find the old coats and the correct hat.

             The “melody” part had to do with the cards and how I was thinking about when messages come to us musically.  Like songs on the radio (or randomly appearing on our music players), or movie/TV show themes, the symbology of a beloved lullaby (or what some of us VERY young parents chose to USE as lullabies).  The Zen deck is not a comfortable fit for some JulieLanders, and I’m always aware of that.  As I thought about the definitions in that guidebook, I was considering which parts to use here, and what I heard in my head was “here comes the pain again.”

           Today’s title is referring to the above explanations, as well as returning to the Allen Carr discussion.  All of you have read my son’s opinions on this, right?  Okay, so it appears as though not everyone is a fan.  Fine by me.  No problem at all.  I knew that from the start.  I knew it when I quit smoking and the response I give people when they ask all the standard questions is: I read a book.  My hope was that after reading the NEXT book, I could say the same thing when (not if!) people exclaim in all the standard ways about how much weight I’ve lost:  I read a book.

           His methods are not for everybody, apparently.  But they work for me.  Or, more correctly, did work for the past two and a half weeks. I seem to have fallen off the raw food/nearly vegan suggestions of eating that Allen believes is in our best interests.  And I’m stranded up here on this irritating gawdamned plateau right now.  I’m going to re-read some sections in the next few days, and see if that helps.  I may also have some other movement options coming up, which might assist in kicking my ass over the edge and back to effortlessly dropping a few pounds every week.

           This afternoon’s event was a warm and highly inattentive trudge on the regular Route of about 4 and 3/4 miles.  I was a Chatty Cathy (Texty Tessa?) because I was reaching out for some friendly bolstering and checking in with a couple of sympathetic pals.  My pace was delayed because we all know I absolutely can’t multi-task, nor parallel think.  So, I got lapped.  By an old man.  And a grandmother, with toddlers.  And most definitely got breezed right past by runners and dog walkers.

            I did take some pictures for you though.  This one is a house that recently caught fire.  No one was home at the time and the owners are claiming arson.  I have no idea what the situation is, but I am being ever vigilant to changes and updates as I wander past each time.

            Our title for today also refers to this shot.  It’s the same view you’ve seen before, near the park.  This is where the ducks were spotted, paddling so close to me, nearly on the sidewalk.  No flooding now.  But this was all under water yesterday.

             Look who greeted me upon my safe arrival home.  Max!  He and Empress were here today so she and her father could make a get-to-know-you visit with a new (alternative) health care guy.  I was hoping it would be a we’ve-fixed-her visit, but I guess that will be next time.  (Fingers crossed!)

            Our daily draw is from my working deck.  This one came up well and truly backwards.

Six of Pentacles  (Reversed)

             Money and things of Matter, what can be made, bought, sold, traded, and bartered.  This tells us, immediately, that we need to pay attention to where our funds are going and not where they have gone.  Once we’ve spent our coins, they are spent.  We either appreciate what they’ve helped us to acquire, or we don’t.   And when we don’t, we are setting ourselves up for disappointment, setting ourselves up for a bad mood we really don’t need to bring on.

            Our message in this one talks about allowing our funds to flow freely, giving and receiving in equal proportion.  We can’t hold on to everything, especially and specifically, money or our services or any trade goods we may have.  The market of buying and selling is based on that action of movement. 

          Let the money go if it needs to, more will show up (it always does).  Pay for the services that cost, reimburse the professionals who know the tricks of the trade.  Be a generous steward of our position and pay well.  Tip those who work hard and make little, share the wealth.  It will be returned to us, as the Three Fold Rule of the Universe declares.

Today’s Deck:

Robin Wood Tarot

 

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Falling On My Head Like A Melody.

Posted on January 24, 2012 | 27 Comments

            During all the many times my sister endured chemo therapy (and let me just say here that “therapy” is SO the wrong word in that phrase) she collected gobs of hats.  Never wigs, but plenty of hats.  I have several of them, around The Burrow, some place (a few I gave to her and those came back).  In my life of Almost Never Get Rid Of Anything I scored big time today.

            It’s Tuesday, and that means it’s a bike day.  When I got up this afternoon the rain was pounding so loud I could hear it downstairs (a floor that is partially underground and entirely covered by another level of living area).  I went rummaging.  In practically every closet.  Two (seemingly) rainproof (-ish) jackets and another of Gay’s hats later, I had an outfit!  I also added my kitchen sink gloves.  (The ones I use when I don’t want to get all the damn band-aids wet, or am dealing with something that has such an offensive odor I don’t want it on my actual skin.)

           The ride was not too bad, but the flooded sidewalk conditions have returned.  To such a degree that when I swooshed through there, I saw, not more than 9 freaking inches away, three mallards.  Ducks!  Swimming over the marshy grass and concrete!  THAT’S how deep the damn water was.  As I pedaled along my toes would have gotten wet, if ya know, both of my feet were not already soaked.

               You can’t really see the hat I ended up with, but it’s in the top right hand corner.  Worked wonderfully well.  Those are my striped biking gloves up there just above the (remember? Sale!) plastic gardening shoes, with the waterproof covers (that I grabbed out of the kitchen as I walked past because that was SUCH a brilliant idea I can’t believe I haven’t come up with it sooner). 

             In real life the second coat (showing on either side of that bent pant leg) is more purple, and I used it as a behind-me garment.  I tied it around my waist and then put the other jacket on.  Between the two of them I had backside coverage entirely, from head down to knees.

            I also had to do some last minute safety-pin repairs once I had the zipper up and my hood on, but it stayed put and when I came home I pulled it off over my head and left the There I Fixed It in place for another rainy day of need.  

           (I stripped this all off in front of our washing machine as I came in from the garage, and as it started to pile up, on that towel you can kinda sorta see on the floor, that’s when I became inspired to photograph it all.)

            Dan’s lovely parents gave me some gift purchasing capabilities as my holiday present, so we’ve used that to order a fender and a set of raingear.  They’ve shipped.  Good for me that I never clean, so that these old clothes were available, but pretty soon I’ll have new items that will provide even better weather protection.

             Our card today is not one, but three.  Which means you know what deck we have circled back around to.  Yep.  That one.

“Clinging To The Past  ~  Five of Water:  Emotions.

These tenses –  past, present, and future – are not the tenses of time, they are the tenses of the mind…

The figure pictured in this card is so preoccupied with clutching her box of memories that she has turned her back to the sparkling champagne glass of blessings available here and now.

It is time to face up to the fact that the past is gone, and any effort to repeat it is a sure way to stay stuck in the old blueprints that you would have already outgrown if you hadn’t been so busy clinging to what you have already been through.  Take a deep breath, put the box down, tie it up with a pretty ribbon if you must, bid it a fond and reverent farewell.  Life is passing you by, and you are in danger of becoming an old fossil before your time.

Schizophrenia  ~  Two of Clouds:  Mind.

Man is split.  Schizophrenia is a normal condition of man – at least now.  It may not have been so in the primitive world, but centuries of conditioning, civilization, culture, and religion have made man a crowd – divided, split, contradictory…  But because this split is against his nature, deep down somewhere hidden the unity still survives.  Because the soul of man is one, all the conditionings at the most destroy the periphery of the man.  The center remains untouched…

The person on this card brings a new twist to the old idea of getting stuck between a rock and a hard place.  But we are in precisely this sort of situation when we get stuck in the indecisive and dualistic aspect of the mind.

The only way out of this dilemma is by letting go completely, both sides at once.  You can’t work your way out of this one by solving it… Better to follow your heart, if you can find it.  If you can’t find it, just jump…

Breakthrough  (R)  ~  XI Major Arcana.

If you are now feeling that ‘enough is enough’ allow yourself to take the risk of shattering the old patterns and limitations that have kept your energy from flowing.  In doing so you will be amazed at the vitality and empowerment this Breakthrough can bring to your life.”

           This is a fascinating trio, and it tells us such a concise story.  We are still hanging on to something that bothers our minds, an idea or memory or bit of old thought pattern that just needs to be left back where it came from.   Once we’ve seen what it is and how it can now be walked away from our Breakthrough may begin.  When we continue to struggle it makes us feel more like a Breakdown, and while that does open up to its own clarifying possibilities, it is also a much more difficult way to see and follow our path.  Striding confidently forward will help us more in the long run, with less pain and less confusion.

Today’s Deck:

Osho Zen

LateNight Treat:  look what Daniel just made for me!  I’ll include the recipe tomorrow (or a link to it maybe, if I can remember where the hell I found it).

Couscous with nuts and olives and other great things.

 

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Let’s Be Honest.

Posted on January 23, 2012 | 19 Comments

           Probably the only metaphysically insightful bit we’ll be sharing today is our card.  Prepare yourselves for a very mundane, photo-heavy, and travelogue-like post.  It’s like “wanna see my vacation slides?”  Only not nearly as entertaining.  (Hey, it’s his weekend, we can’t ALWAYS  be festive ya know!)

            Dan and I went out again a-wandering.  This time in a different direction, but that was about it for our activities.  No lightning bolts of inspiration, no loud radio messages, although I did kind of “hear” that we’d be GETTING a sign.  So far, just a four and a half mile walk and some throw-together dinner (which is outstanding by the way, he did a brilliant job with my incredibly vague suggestions and the ingredients we had on hand).

            There were terribly low clouds, but it never rained on us at all.  It was also about ten degrees colder than yesterday.  Doesn’t seem to matter what the weather is doing, we still see tons of folks.  True, we live near a jogging path, so yeah, we’re gonna see the runners, but we also see SO many others.  Like this couple, with very nice dogs.

             I had to get that shot in stealth mode, they were perfectly polite, just not overly friendly.  Another one I had to sneak up on was one of our no-progress projects, except… they were working on it!

             Ending up on this street was sort of an accident, there’s a large clump of residential roads that are the opposite of a grid pattern, or ANY type of pattern that we can discern, across the canal.  It’s a fascinating and odd collection of homes, some of which made our heads hurt.  We are somewhat judge-y sure, but we aren’t the least bit snobby, and we certainly aren’t superior.  Still, we both decided we can’t go back to that block, it was just too confusing and mixed up and unattractive.  And sad.  This is near one of its corners.

             Sights like this upset me.  I worry, then it gets stuck in my head and I can’t get it out.  I’m sure these people will be fine, we just won’t be incorporating that particular area into any regular routes.  Okay, one more example, then I’m going to need a distraction to scrub my brain. 

             Can you see the door to nowhere up there?  This is one of the painful houses on the head-ache lane.  Not one thing about any of it is new, the deck barely below has been there for a LONG time, and yet, there’s that.  That door.  To nothing.  There are far too many issues like this one for us to go back.  Let’s get worried for an entirely different reason.

             At first we didn’t realize what we were looking at, a house beyond another house, basically on sticks.  Could any of you live with THAT as your foundation?  DO any of you?  The Burrow is on a hill, and Ally lives on a hill too.  We know plenty of people we have homes that are not pancake flat, but THIS is in a category unto itself. 

            Along that specific slope we’ve seen some with other bracing configurations, combining wood and metal and concrete and lots of effective materials.  All of which we believe are most likely safe and legally built.  This one, we have doubts about.

             No feathers for weeks, then today we get so many that I can’t count them all.  Right after we spotted these, we saw lots more.  And not too far past here we noticed a similar trail grouping arrangement selection of black ones.  Our theory (based on absolutely nothing) was that a seagull (there’s a few around) bashed in to a window or a cat got it, and this was the evidence.  The black feathers?  We aren’t sure, we’d gone on to speculating about other shit by then.

               Like this exquisite yard goddess.  Mexico you think?  She was so lovely, and made us feel much better after all that death and destruction and uncomfortableness.  I hope she does the same for all of you.

           Our daily draw was right side up when I flipped it over, but as I was opening the guidebook to get ready for typing (I have to press it down with my phone on one side and the camera weighing down the other) I felt that we needed to have both definitions, just in case this would be helpful to someone.  (Oh good, we DID have some additional messages.)

“The Wise Woman of Wonderland  ~  integrity, compromise.

Ally:

The Wise Woman of Wonderland brings integrity to thought, word, and deed.  She lets you know that as long as you are in the flow of honesty and being true to your word, she keeps you under her protection and care.

When she appears as your Ally, she signals a time when honesty pays off, yielding greater dividends than you expected.  You will be thankful that you remained faithful and loyal to your path.  She reminds you that compromise is not always an option.  Stay true to yourself first and foremost.  Although it may appear that you could lose something as a result, you can never lose what is truly yours.

Challenger:

When the Wise Woman of Wonderland appears as a Challenger, this is a sign that you may have compromised yourself out of fear.  Have you been in denial about the truth of your situation?  Have you sold yourself short rather than ask for what you really need?  Have you given up your dream for another because you fear abandonment?

The Wise Woman of Wonderland is gently reminding you that you count.  Claim your good and never settle for less.  Be fearless and make it so!  Why hang around for more disappointment when wonderful opportunities are waiting to unfold for you?”

Today’s Deck:

Wisdom Of The Hidden Realms by Colette Baron-Reid

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Considering Physically, as well as Atmospherically.

Posted on January 22, 2012 | 35 Comments

            Oh how I wish you guys could see me and my Beloved sitting here, looking our absolute best worst dorkiest most original.  Happy Pants, ratty old sweatshirts, horribly unfashionable (but new!) all cotton knitted cap (that would be me, he just finished two of them, per my particularly specific specifications, and I keep jamming them onto my head at random intervals), in socks and scuffy slippers (him this time, not me).  No, there will NOT be pictures.  Just imagine him yanking his hood up over his disastrously messy hair and grinning, “oh is THIS what we’re doing now?!” making sure we both look as incredibly SPECIAL as is physically possible.

             We went for a winter wander earlier today and are now in the process of settling in and warming up .  (Trudged a bit more than 4 and a half miles, in the periodic rain and intermittent windy gusts.)  It wasn’t actually cold (stayed around 50 degrees) but the grabby breezes were almost frosty feeling, and the constant dampness sort of soaks in after nearly two hours.  (We were dressed appropriately, as best we could be.)

             We wax poetic for blocks at a time, examining the terrain, topography, and entertaining architecture, when we are not speculating about our neighbors or making up entirely fictitious story lines to explain our observations (like this time out, a woman in the kitchen we can see through the window, crap stacked in the side yard, uber creative fencing, or yard art like the picture below).

             There is a flamingo in that shot, in this yard there are several of them.  I’ve tried to capture this house’s intriguing sensibility maybe three or four times, I WANT to be photographing it nearly every time I go by, but there is always some reason it doesn’t work.  Mostly there’s people in the yard, or the angle is wrong, or I’m driving and there’s some antsy ass behind me, or in the case of the last few attempts, my flash messed me up.  (If I HAVE successfully shared this before, pretend I haven’t.)

            We headed uphill this afternoon and went off into another part of our area that we’ve not walked together before.  He’s run up that way and I’ve driven it lots over the years, but we’ve never hiked those streets in this configuration prior to today.  It sparked many more conversations and of course, some very judgemental declarations (kind-heartedly though, because we aren’t just mean).

            As best as I can type a startled choking sound made low in the throat, here is precisely what Dan said as we came upon the rental home in the above view, “aungh!  HOLY SHIT that’s an ugly house!”  I couldn’t argue with him, but that might be due to the fact that I was laughing so hard.  He just BURSTS out with crap like this, and over 30 years later, I’m still surprised.  And then morbidly delighted.

             He and I do have serious moments, and this last shot was one of them.  As we went along, we noticed some weather-related damage (minor, entirely minor, in comparison to what’s happening around the county and farther afield in the rest of our soggy state).  This was a tree that had come down because it was dead and the ground around the roots was flood-level saturated.  It spanned that ditch and crashed all the way across the street, the debris was evident farther past the curb and sidewalk even.

            We do joke a lot (a LOT), but it’s sobering when we see places like this, not too many blocks from The Burrow (just up from Charlemagne Immersion/Fox Hollow Elementary School, for those of you interested in that type of local information and details).  Yes, it rains here, and often the ground simply can not soak up any more.  Trees die, trees get blown over, trees fall into roads and on top of houses.  Life is dangerous, that’s a fact we all live with.  It’s also something that both of us are never unaware of.  Maybe that’s WHY we laugh so much.  (Or, we just ARE that ridiculous.)

           We only saw one Foreign License Plate, but it was a great one.  (Ready Megan & Co and Karen B?)  It was New Jersey!  And here’s the best part, I can spot those bastards from a week away now.   I saw it way ahead of us, and I KNEW, before I could even read the letters.

              One more vital order of business, then we’ll get to our message from the Universe.  It’s a well documented fact that I’m a big-time water drinker (I have TWO bottles with me every second of the day, except for the sleeping and outdoor movement hours).  Since starting the EasyWeigh, I’ve noticed that the number of times I’m refilling my containers has dropped off significantly.  One of the “food packages” that Allen feels is most important is fruit.  I’ve been eating more fruit than I had been before I read the book, but not THAT much more.  I don’t know what this means, I’m just reporting in.

            Our daily draw is from the same category as the last one in this deck, and nearly all the rest we’ve seen lately.  (Theme theme theme!)

“Creatures Of The Air:

Eagle, Raven, Owl, Humming Bird, Parrot, Peacock, Butterfly, Bat, Spider, and Bee.

By different means all these creatures escape the confines of earth.  They soar above material cares and worries and counsel that it is time to let go of our cares, to leave the past firmly behind you where it belongs, and to look for a new future where anything is possible.  Spider uniquely makes her gossamer home in the air, connected to earth by silken threads almost too fine to perceive.  She counsels that as you go forward in life you should remain attached to your past, but not be dominated by it.”

“Spider  ~

Travel will open up new possibilities and one special connection.

Spider flies on silken strands through azure skies and brooding storms, and know that the time has come to expand your horizons.  Travel, be it to faraway lands or a flower-strewn meadow, and see the world through new eyes, with the deep understanding that nothing is impossible. 

Spider sees her world through touch, not light, translating vibration into knowledge.  Take wisdom from what you cannot see and if the fleeting touch of another affects you, acknowledge that connection and allow it to flourish.”

Today’s Deck:

Animal Messages – Seek Inspiration From Your Animal Guides by Susie Green

 

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