Monthly Archives: March 2011

Delaying Tactics and Finding Fun.

Posted on March 31, 2011 | 37 Comments

            As everyone already knows, we have a Mercury issue that needs some discussing, but I’m not going to do that just yet.  There are some articles I’ve been reading and some research I’m doing (there’s a Saturn/Neptune dealie going on right now too).  I’ve decided to talk about it tomorrow.  (Yes, very Scarlett O’Hara of me, but that’s the way it feels like going, so I’m not fighting it.)

           Instead we are going to talk about a few other things.  Like how I stopped into my favorite grocery store this afternoon and found out it’s Cedrick’s birthday.  I’ll remember this forever now, what with his being the day after Emma’s.  (At least I hope so, I can’t seem to remember Ally’s, but whatever, I can try.) 

            I’ve mentioned this market before.  It is the closest one to my house, and they know me there.  When I forget my coupons I can go back later and redeem them.  Sure, maybe all stores do this, but mine is special.  So are the folks who take care of me there.  Like Cedrick.  Happy Happy to you, hope your day was festive!  I’ll be in again soon, with my tattered recycled bags for you to tease me about.

           In foreign license plate news, I have several scribbled-on scraps of paper here next to me with the following:  Alaska (which could have been a repeat), British Columbia (times 2, cheers!), New Mexico, Missouri, and TWO Hawaii cars, neither of which were all that great, just sayin’ -sort of odd to pay money for shipping a crappy old truck and a beat up POS.

           The other day I startled an old guy, but it wasn’t bad.  He was not Cranky Santa, but he may as well have been.  He was very grouchy looking, and as he walked across the street in front of my Wee Walnut, he just glared at me.  So I smiled, hugely.  Then I waved.  I thought he was going to fall down in the street.  It was like no one had ever done that to him before.  I laughed at his response, choosing not to consider that he had a sad life, instead, believing that I had cheered him up.  See?  I’m practicing my positives all over the damn place these days.

            When Empress and I were sitting at our table yesterday, awaiting the To Go food I had ordered for Daniel, and her free meal, I saw this.  And, well…. it had to be photographed, then shared.

           If you guys have a Denny’s near by (and seriously, who doesn’t?), and you are a carnivore, or an omnivore, please make a point of stopping in.  The Bacon Pyramid!  Come on, that’s fabulous, in so many ways!  (I got Dan the bacon meatloaf dinner, he said it was very nicely done.  But no, I could not face the sundae thing that had bacon in it, I do have my limits, hard as that may be to believe.)

          (Now that I think about it, you could even be a vegetarian, or pescetarian like Em and Han.  They DO have choices that don’t include bacon!  And if you get a good server like we did [Matteo!], he’ll keep the meat options away from your other food, so you can conveniently take them home, for the boyfriend or dog.)

             And speaking of this restaurant, it’s a family joke, but in a very kind and joyful way.  We have one close by, just over the hill.  Obviously near the freeway, they all are.  And it’s run by a pretty cool guy, we’ve been in there enough to recognize him now.  Here’s the reason we’ve been in there enough, we eat at odd hours, and they are open all the time.  They are on a short list of available options.  Them and Shari’s.  After that, it’s nothing but 7-11.

           During the growing up years for our witchlings, when we couldn’t afford to really GO anywhere for vacations or days off (basically the same as now), we’d take the kids there.  And we sometimes would pretend we were from out of town.  It was one of our Fake-vaction destinations.  That only worked briefly though.  Not too long ago we all piled in one night and our server was a girl the kids had gone to school with.  It was sort of a shock.  Oh well, we still had fun.

           Our Denny’s is next to a hotel (again, I think they probably all are) and when we take our little after dinner walks we get to see lots of foreign cars.  The requisite post dining constitutional around the parking lot can also be entertaining  when cops come in for their all-hours-of-the-night-and-day meals too.  But we also sometimes need to alternate, if Dan has been in there (while on duty) for a break recently, it’s not as much fun to drag the family there in that case.  We make it work.  Mostly because we have to, but also because we’re like that.  Fun is everywhere, if you want it to be.  Find a 24 hour, off the freeway place, in your area, and pretend you are just passing through.  It can be a delightful experience.  (Potentially with bacon!)

            Our card today is from my working deck and it’s one that I have always liked.  I call it “Reap What You Sow.”

7 of Pentacles

Because it’s the suit of Stuff, this is all about what we have produced.  In working hard, and doing the tasks necessary, we are now ready to harvest the fruits of our labours.  This is a card dealing with monetary aspects, or items of matter, what we have made, created, done, or fashioned from our toils.

The illustration shows a guy, wearing working gloves and leaning on a shovel, rake, or some other gardening style tool.  He has been tending his crops, doing the hard work of producing something that matters.  This is us right now, even if some of us aren’t that outdoors-y, we are still doing the work, making something that matters, producing something OF matter.

Some of the common words associated with this card are: cleverness, growth, usefulness, ingenuity.

Seven is a very spiritual number, like nine, in the higher echelons of numerology.  Reaching for that spiritual perfection, being very thoughtful and conscious.  Like the saying “be here now” or striving for a more thoughtful way to be spiritual.  The number seven deals with Magickal forces.  Sevens are esoteric, they symbolize the scholarly aspects of Magick. 

The number seven is representative of intellectual activities, mystery, and the focused search for esoteric meanings.  Sevens deal with the activation of imagination and manifesting results in our lives through the use of conscious thought and awareness.  Ruled by Saturn, seven can represent impractical dreaming, but with a deeper understanding of the aspects of the number seven, we can learn to utilize its Magickal vibration in a beneficial way.  (Side note, I just did a reading recently where this number came up, and the “impractical dreaming” was something we discussed.)

As we reap our rewards we must also remember to be thankful.  We need to keep a graciousness in mind.  Yes we worked hard and now we are able to enjoy our crops, but we should never take these blessings for granted.  We must be conscious of the effort and actively aware of the rewards.  Thank You hard work, and Thank You benefits of that labour.

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Gifts

Posted on March 30, 2011 | 32 Comments

           What I tried to accomplish for J.D.’s birthday seems to maybe have worked this time.  Today is Emma’s day, and she dragged me out of the house this afternoon, in search of free food.  I’ll tell you all about that after you’ve read these posts I just (successfully!) transported from the archives.  Straight from our History Quilt, here is what I wrote about my baby girl the past three years.  The first one was titled:

No pain, no gain.

On March 30, 1989 I gave birth to my third and last child.  She was a bonus, a surprise, and a treasure.  We have been grateful for her since the day she got here.  She also put us in to a rare and special category.  With her delivery, I had completed my third emergency cesarean section.  (What are those odds?)  All three were different medical conditions, none relating to each other. 

Her brother, our first foray into parenthood, was just huge.  No other reason he couldn’t be born normally other than he had been in there for ten months and was too enormous for even a large woman to have birthed him (and I am so not a large woman).  Her sister was in such a hurry that she threw me into a condition called “failure to progress” – she was ready but I wasn’t.  But this final wonder of genetics just curled up in her cozy spot and threatened to take all of my insides out with her.  It’s called a “placental abruption,” and it’s never good.  I did not have a labor pain, an ache, nor even a twinge.  They just wheeled me off, once again, for a quick (emergency, stat!) baby extraction out the top.  (Insert cliched line about a zipper here.) 

The bizarre thing about all of these experiences, is that, had we not all been here, availed to modern medical knowledge, each and every one could/should have killed me.  (And not so many years ago, these conditions DID kill pregnant women, by the boat load.)  But no, we all survived.  We all thrived, learned, grew, and now have aged.

Happy Birthday Empress, and thank you.

           And then there is this one, from 2009, that I called:

Teen No More.

I no longer have any children.  Only adults, that I have given birth to.  My baby turned 20 today.  She is a gorgeous young woman, and the most compassionate human I have ever met.  Just ask Harley and Max.  She really should be an Empress.

    Happy Birthday Emmy, I love you so much.  And no matter how tall, or how old, you get, you will always be my wonderful bonus baby.

           (The reference to Harley, if you have not read through the past three years, pertains to the hospice foster dog Emma took care of, and extended the life of, entirely through her compassion and love.  She gave him a gift, simply by being there, when he needed someone the most.) 

            Last year was, what her father calls, A Big Number year, and her sister was in town to help celebrate, and mark this very important milestone.  Because this is my Empress, who was:

The Last Baby.

The girls and their father just headed out the door.  The clock shows a few past midnight.  This means that all of my children (who are no longer children, and haven’t been for a few years now) are all of legal drinking age.  Emmy turned 21 about ten minutes ago.  Well, that certainly didn’t seem to take very long.  How is it that so many years go by so very fast?  She received a new pair of roller blades today, the better to do her cardio exercise.  I don’t suppose, like the last time she skated around the house when she was four or so, she will be naked.  

      Happy Birthday Empress, you are a wonderfully grand adult.

             Okay, we are all current now, as of today, she’s 22.  Emmy found out that she can get presents from restaurants all over town, all she has to do is show up.  So we did that.  At Denny’s today.  Sadly, we didn’t remember to take a picture until she had already eaten most of her birthday meal. 

             Really, she said it was very good.  And, ya know, free!  We had a very nice young man serving us today, which is always so delightful, because as I may have mentioned, we can be slightly problematic (right, usually it’s me, whatever).  Thank you Matteo, for being part of my beautiful daughter’s celebration.  And thanks for making us a smoothie with no bananas.

          Allow me to tell you one more thing about this girl, just to give you a hint as to her character.  When she was in middle school she chose to be a teacher’s aide, in the Life Skills classes our district offers for students with special needs.  She helped kids with all manner of disabilities, handicaps, and restrictions.  She was there every day, standing at their sides, sitting with them as they learned and struggled and were challenged at every level.  She supported their triumphs and held their hands.  She became such a part of their lives that they would invite her to their own birthday parties. We’d run across parents all over town who would come up to me, saying thank you, telling me about how much it meant to them, and to their children, to have Emmy there.

         Here’s the perfect example, we were in the lobby of our library one day and one of her friends from this class came charging up to us.  Sarah was a big girl with many issues, and one of the sweetest dispositions.  Her mother went to apologize for her overly excited greeting to my daughter.  Em and I both said, oh please don’t worry about it, she’s fine, we are glad to see her too! 

         The girls stepped off to the side and chatted, Sarah’s mom turned to me, and with tears in her eyes, she began to speak about how much of a difference Emma had made in her child’s life.  How compassionate my baby was, and how gently understanding she always seemed with Sarah and the other students.  It made me cry too, because I knew this about my daughter, but I had never realized what a treasure she was in all of these other lives as well.

           At that point we heard a commotion, and saw that Sarah was going in to a seizure.  Empress had helped her to the floor, where they both sat now, their arms around each other.  Em keeping her hand on Sarah’s head and whispering to her that she’d be okay.  Sarah’s mother rushed over, but through her uncontrollable movements, this large child tried to wave her mom away.  Her speech was slurred but we understood her, “no.  I’m fine.  Emma’s here with me.”

          (Wait, I have to stop and get a kleenex, this story makes me cry every damn time.  She was like 12 at the time!)

          So, yeah.  THIS is my youngest child.  THIS is my baby girl.  She is now a full grown adult, with a new home, an adorable little dog, and a future that knows no bounds.  When I said, the past few years here, that she is the most compassionate and caring person I have ever met, I was telling you the truth.  Her brother and sister showed me a way to love that I could never have understood until they were born, but this girl, this young woman, has a heart that loves and cares limitlessly.  It’s been a burden for her at times and she’s had to learn some tough lessons being this empathic.  For those of us who have been blessed to spend time in her presence, we cannot imagine a life without her.

            We have a card from our Special Occasion deck to mark my baby girl’s special day.  Emmy, thank you, more than you know, for choosing us as your family.  Enjoy your father’s cake tonight and know how very much you are adored.  Happy Happy Birthday!

“Cassowary  ~  Respect.

One creature or another occupies every square inch of our Earth Mother.  The moment we leave our space, we step into that of another.  We become their visitor, invited or not.  When we drink from a stream or pick fruit from a tree, we are sharing this source of nourishment with other creatures.  We share the air we breathe, the warmth of the sun, the refreshing breeze of the four winds, and the rain that falls from the sky, with every other living thing on this Earth.

We have to honour this life to the utmost.  We have to look at every lesson that is presented as being more important than the last.  We have only one Earth and it is up to us to honour the space we inhabit while we are here.

When Cassowary appears we are being asked to address our sense of Sacred Space and the way in which we treat the Sacred Space of others.  If we honour and respect our space, others will learn to respect theirs, and if we honour the space of others, they will learn to respect ours.

It is okay to refuse the inappropriate or interfering ways of others.  Our Sacred Space is our territory and we have the right to feel safe within it.  Our home and everything associated with it; our possessions, our body, our feelings, our values and beliefs can all be viewed as Sacred Spaces, and just as a wild animal will only allow other animals who instinctively respect territorial boundaries to enter their Sacred Space, we are encouraged by the Dreaming of the Cassowary to follow suit.

It is not important what others think of you.  How you view yourself is what counts.  You have to live with yourself and to feel proud of how you go about doing it.

Cassowary says that in order to attract respect it is vital to radiate self-respect, to show pride in your achievements, to radiate self-worth and to adopt and mirror the favourable qualities of the people that are drawn to you, rather than focusing on their negative traits.”

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Virtual Housekeeping, some more.

Posted on March 29, 2011 | 26 Comments

          When we first started doing cards here in JulieLand, many months ago, I searched The Burrow for all the decks I could find.  It’s a big house, and we’ve lived here for over 15 years (16 now?), so there’s a bunch of stuff on two levels.  Since I don’t ever get rid of anything (besides actual garbage, you won’t be seeing me on Hoarders any time soon) it was fairly likely I’d miss a few in my half-assed search.  I did.  I missed an entire deck, with a guidebook.  In a box.

            I sat down with it today, trying to figure out where it had come from and why it was stashed on a shelf.  Right away it was apparent to me that I didn’t like it.  Nothing I could put my finger on, it just didn’t feel right.  There was a receipt in the book (from a craft store) with the date stamp of June 1999.  I don’t know whether I bought it, or someone gave it to me, or if it just appeared.  But I do remember the last time I went through it.  I didn’t like it then either.

            It’s called The Sacred Circle Tarot -which certainly sounds like something I’d enjoy!  No.  It is not.  Here is another picture, of some cards I pulled while I was touching everything and trying to recall what the hell was wrong with it.

            Each minor arcana card has a title at the top.  Okay, that part isn’t bad.  Many of the cards have, what looks like, actual people’s pictures as representation.  Still, not terrible.  But … the over all feel is just off somehow.  (The pages are boys, that’s slightly bothersome, and not even youthful boys either.)  I always look at The High Priestess to see what her sense gives me.  That one isn’t too bad.  It’s still just not quite good either though.

            There is absolutely nothing wrong with this set.  It’s just not for me.  If anyone wants it, I’ll gladly hand it over.  Just toss me a couple of bucks for shipping, and it’s yours.  Let me know in the comments or send me an e-mail.  It has obviously been waiting around here for way too long.  If this one grabs you, if the colors or impressions seem perfectly right for you, simply say the word.  (If more than one person is interested I’ll hold a drawing.)

            There has been another “drop the ball moment” here.  Two more missed birthdays … Cat yesterday and Stormy on the 24th.  My apologies ladies, slacker virgo qualities seem abundant right now.  Hope your day (or in Cat’s case, week, go read her excellent post from last night) was blissfully joyous and filled with love. 

           We have a Testimonials update as well this evening.  Thank you so much Anna for your kind words and exuberant praise.  I put it up, just as you sent it (this time with no glitches).  That tab is looking so fabulous these days.  And it just makes me all kinds of smiley to read it, thinking of those people who freely offered their kind words in my direction.  Thanks, all of you, for sending (or typing) those in.

            I was checking in on Dan Savage yesterday, as I do daily, when I noticed something I need to share.  It is a very cool, and far too late in the coming, on-line feature that gives folks the opportunity to speak out about Pro Choice.  Now, this is a topic I stand behind, in a massive and militant way.  It will be added to our Important Places blog roll.  And I’ve included a link here as well.  Worth checking in on, it updates as Elizabeth gets new submissions.  Ours To Tell

             Our home phone had messages the past couple of days on it, from the library.  Yay!  That meant some books I had requested were in.  I’ve already started one and it’s great.  I highly recommend any and every thing by Barbara O’Neal.  Unless you are hungry or dieting, then maybe read something else until that passes.  While I was out picking up my treasures, I had to stop in and say hello.  To you know who….   at the dog wash.   Yes, it’s one of my grand-dogs Max.  (Good buddy of Chacho, formerly in the bucket.)  He and Empress walked to work today, which caused our Maximum Dog to get slightly dampish.  There were no other dogs being washed while I was there, so his mother put him in a tub.  He’s fresh as a biscuit now!

            One more wee item and then on to our card du jour.  Some of you are familiar with the Lucy March website, and if you are not, see the details    <——      over there in the side bars.  One of our own Betties has a new blog.  I am happy to include her and offer you a link, to future greatness.  Novel Truths   Can’t wait to see where this one takes us.  I know that already, I like the look of it very much.

           We are back to Colette’s Wisdom of the Hidden Realms on our card altar.  As always, this illustration is just so rich and deep and over the top exquisite to look at.  The message is outrageously timely as we stare down that approaching retrograde.  (Tomorrow!  Deep breaths, we can laugh this off kids, I just know we can.)   And it has that all-encompassing theme that I so adore: positivity in all things.

“The Word Lord  ~  communication, praise, honesty.

The Word Lord rules communication of all kinds and lets you know that positive interactions can be expected when he arrives as your Ally.  He only speaks with positive words and praises all he sees.  He reminds you of the laws of Abundance and Praise.  When you bless the world, it blesses you back.  When you say affirming, supportive words, they carry an energy that returns to you in physical form.  Remember that each one has power and will resonate into the Universe, seeking its refection in manifest form.

Your body responds to praise, as does everything in the world around you.  Praise it for its inherent health and beauty.  Applaud yourself for everything you do, as even the tiniest accomplishments are important.  Praise your bills; give thanks for the services you enjoy, and watch the ability to pay them increase as you align with Spirit’s increasing power.

This is also a time to remember the powerful practice of affirmations.  Write them down and speak them aloud as a spiritual exercise.  Say it is so – and it will be.  It is a very auspicious sign when the Word Lord chooses to be your Ally.”

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Making The Attempt.

Posted on March 28, 2011 | 43 Comments

           How did I forget to wish Ally a happy birthday yesterday?  Must have been distracted by the promise of cake.  Okay xenatuba, Belated Greetings of The Day to you!  (Although we already know that you had a grand time with the fam.)  Sorry, it’s taking me a while to get this into my head… no excuses though.  (But let’s blame Coyote anyway, shall we?)  I have a wee giftie for you and we’ll make some April plans in a week or so.

           Today is the celebration of one of my co-out-laws.  Mike Parkins married Daniel’s older sister Barbara slightly before our own wedding.  He was one of the guys who followed me into battle that night in the campground.  It was a symbolic gesture as well as a physical one, we’ve had each other’s backs all along.  Hope your day was blissfully joyous and fabulously festive Mike!

         Here is our cake update, complete with “action” shots.  

           The man and his machine.  See how technical he is with these projects?  Much concentration goes in to a new recipe.

          Our finished product.  Because we don’t actually have ALL the equipment that AB has (even though my Beloved would certainly LIKE to) we have to make do with what we’ve got.  I didn’t want it left in the pan, but that decision caused a deficit of frosting.  He would have liked to have enough for a crumb coat, but there wasn’t time, he had to leave for work.  We also, obviously, don’t have the right sized plate for display purposes.

          The aftermath.  He tries very hard to make things tidy when he takes on one of these challenges.  We have a kitchen rule, if it doesn’t fit in my dishwasher, I don’t wash it.  There are several items that he uses on a regular basis that must be cleaned by hand.  His hands.  Later tonight I will go up there and put everything way (where it belongs).  I cannot express my appreciation strongly enough for all that he does.

           We taste tested right before he headed out the door.  And we have learned much now.  Some things will be changed (next time), some things will be altered.  Our assessment was that it is a damn good cake.  Not great, but extremely good.  And hello?!  I have a home-made chocolate cake sitting on my counter!  Win win.

            Our card today is from the tiny deck of Sylvia’s that didn’t come with a guidebook.    It is so perfect for this baking experiment and how we need to approach the up-coming planetary configuration (not to mention, and I’d really rather not, how that Trickster is still hanging around).

“The Brass Ring.

What you have forged in the heat and fire of living is your own personal brass ring.   Use this image as a visualization technique, for you do have luck, you did reach the brass ring, and nothing can take that away from you.”

         What I got out of this today was how we all need to try.  I know, we’ve probably heard something along the lines of “there is no try there is only do.”  But that’s never really worked for me.  I can not DO some things, but I certainly can TRY, or make an attempt at it.  When we “make the attempt” we are actually doing our best.  We are making, we are trying, we are attempting.  This is a worthwhile action, as far as I’m concerned.

          It also speaks to validation in our efforts.  We may set out, with the best intentions, and shit just falls apart anyway.  We have tried.  We have done the very best we are capable of doing.  We have put ourselves out there.  Sometimes it just isn’t going to fall our way.  We either give up, or we keep trying. 

           As far as the description Sylvia gives, in our lives, we take those attempts that may have seemed to go tragically sideways, and we honor them.  We give ourselves credit for the attempt.  We pick ourselves up, we polish our brass ring, and we keep going forward.  Hopefully learning something very valuable in the process.

          And that is our real prize.  We take the situations that may appear to be failures, and we learn from them.  We have not made a mistake, we have simply done the best we could, the end result is out of our hands.  Not everything is up to us (duh), so seeing these less-than-perfect attempts as something to learn from enriches us, and helps us to try again.

          We continue to reach out, for the brass ring, to others, within ourselves, beyond us and into the Universe.  Never staying down for the count.  Always getting back up and trying some more.  I like the image of this as a gift, like a gold star on our homework papers.  We have won a prize because we have made the attempt.  We do that which we are capable of doing, and we learn.  Then we get a treasure to keep, to remind us that we made the effort.  It’s very promising.  And, I think, a very hopeful message.

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Sunday Sums.

Posted on March 27, 2011 | 24 Comments

          Don’t worry, the title tonight has nothing to do with math.  Gasp!  The horror!  I would never do that to JulieLanders.  I just didn’t think “summation” sounded as good.   But I do have some catching up to do, sort of like blog housekeeping.  Except, ya know, without the actual cleaning.  I repeat, gasp!

           Before we get down to any business though, let me just say our Trickster from yesterday was not kind to me this afternoon.  What with that and the Shadow Effect, my patience has definitely been tested.  Persevering though…. several things I have to go back to as soon I’m done here, but I’ll get through it.  Laughing or not, I will, and so will you if it came up and bit you in the ass today too.  Sneaky bastard.

          Thursday night I joined Daniel at our favorite late night/early morning snack place.  I had eaten before so I wasn’t starving, this helped me decide what I wanted Addi to for make me, and what I was going to take home.  Worked out nice, I got three meals out of it.  Here is a picture of our dessert, she makes these for “special” customers.  (And yes, I certainly am special, on so many levels.)

           It is a fried cherry pie with ice cream.  She creates them herself, and they are too yummy for words.  Dan and I shared this one.

          And speaking of sweet things, in our selective viewing recently we just watched a couple of new Alton Brown’s.  He was making Devil’s Food Cake, in a new and overly scientific way, so my Beloved was instantly intrigued.  Ha ha!  I’m gonna get cake this week!  (First I have to go retrieve the recipes from my e-mail, so we can print them, then we have to go buy stuff, but after that… cake!)

          On a very sad note, one of our dear blog friends has just suffered an extremely painful loss.  Becky wrote a beautiful piece in memory of someone very special to her.  It is worth reading, the more we have compassion for others, the more we will feel it ourselves.  Please take the time to stop by, either by using the Important Women option or by clicking on the above link.  You honored her so wonderfully Becky, thank you.  I truly hope you are feeling better soon.  Much love to you, and to Laura’s family as well.

           I’ve been reading this not-the-one-I-thought-it-was angel book over the weekend and it’s still proving to be very thought-provoking and interesting.  The way we receive signs is as vast as we are.  I’m now up to the part where Doreen is talking about messages through music.  I was reminded to charge up my wee iPod knock-off.  Not sure why yet, but it IS full of music I love so that one was fairly obvious.  What I really want though is some musical signs from really obscure places, I’ll let you know how that goes.

          One more thing then we are on to our card (remember, I have crap that I need to get back to, since Coyote and Mercury are messing with me something fierce right now).  Empress and Honey Graham have another room-mate.  She has a little dog, he is Max’s most excellent buddy.   He is also so freaking adorable it’s almost painful.  Here’s a phone picture that was sent to me the other night.  The kids and dogs were all home at the new abode, and maybe they were having a little too much fun.

         This is what Emmy wrote in the text, “I may have put Chacho in a bucket.”  Really, doesn’t this photo just speak for itself?  What more could I possibly add?!

          In our tour around the card altar we are back to Healing with the Fairies.  I don’t usually love yellow, but this illustration is very warm looking, even if Lora will need to make fun of her face and desperate expression, I liked the overall feel to it.  The message may not be too positive, but it will be helpful, at this point, that might just be all we can ask for.

“Be Honest with Yourself  ~

This card indicates that you are hiding your true feelings and are not being forthright about an important topic.  The fairies urge you to admit your true feelings to yourself.

Do you feel stuck?  Depressed?  Tired?  Angry and irritable?  These are symptoms that arise when we are dishonest with ourselves.  Maybe you feel that you cannot afford to be honest with yourself and that you do not have a choice.  This card is not asking you to make any radical life changes or have a confrontation with another person.  However, it is urging you to admit your true feelings to yourself.

One easy way to get in touch with your true feelings is by going outside and engaging in silent conversation with the fairies who live amidst the flowers, trees, and grass.  Even if you can’t yet see or hear the fairies, mentally tell them everything that you’ve been thinking, feeling, and experiencing these days.  Ask them to help you get in touch with your deepest feelings.  The fairies love to hold a mirror up to us so we can see and admit the truth.

Affirmation:  It is safe for me to be honest with myself and others.  I speak my truth with love.”

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