As we all know (or MOST of you know, anyway), Jenny Lawson has become famous. Much more than she was before her book took off all over the planet. She’s brilliant, and it’s no secret that I adore her. One of the things she’s so good at, that I like best, is her honesty. Critics who don’t find her funny, or pan her writing, simply haven’t read enough of it.
She says things like “depression lies” and reminds us that no matter what our situation, there is always hope. I’m a BIG proponent of hope, as you well know. Those of us familiar with her story know how many challenges The Bloggess has already faced. And yet she writes, regularly. I am NOT comparing my own mediocre self elf to her greatness, but I am saying that I kinda know the feeling.
These unsettled emotions of mine (or as I said in the comments recently, my diluted sensations) are certainly fading, the overwhelmingness of it all lessens with each day, but I’m still not all back yet. I thought of Jenny because we never know when, why, or even for how long, this type of shit will linger. It just SITS on us, heavily, like a grotesque and smelly blanket made of mold.
What has seemed to help me, as much as I am loath to admit it, is going outside and doing something. Turning in to a sporty person, so late in life, is still an odd (and somewhat unfamiliar) concept for me. But it works! I took the bike down Hilyard today and bought a lock for it. There is a new organic frozen yogurt stand down there at Sundance, but it had a bit of a line, and I realized that my paper dollars were too few for a treat. So I just went home. Slowly. It was hotter than I’d first noticed.
Not to worry, I took it easy and rested nicely when I arrived safely at The Burrow. I didn’t nap, like this guy, but I did put my feet up.
Too hot to move.
Max is getting more used to me sneaking up on him with my camera. He no longer cares. Also, see above mention of the heat finally arriving here in River City. (And his girl has been gone a lot the past few days. The two of us are kinda pathetic.)
Yesterday I received a gloriously up-lifting phone photo though. Both lovely and symbolic. Bonus: sea-near-by! Seriously joyful.
Beautiful beach treasure.
Thank you Anna, for sharing this with us. And for thinking of me. I hope the coast was fabulous and you had an exquisitely terrific time.
When I went into our card altar room earlier* the next deck in the rotation just didn’t speak to me. I stood a moment and waited to hear who WAS calling out.
*For a note about my new “morning” addition, see the bottom of this post.
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(That is my creative way of blocking out some of the illustration while still showing the basic color scheme and some of the art by placing other cards, backs up, over the rest of it.)
This view,
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“Angel Of Expression ~
Speak your truth and express yourself clearly.
There is something you are not expressing, because you fear hurting someone you love or care for.
The Angel Of Expression has shown up in your reading today to encourage you to speak your truth and express yourself clearly. Know that the truth, when spoken honestly, clearly, and with love, will never truly hurt anyone.
Lack of self-expression is soul-destroying for all concerned and prevents life’s natural flow. The Angel Of Expression understands your fears regarding this issue and is here to help you through this difficult time. Allow her to help you find the courage to face this issue clearly.
By expressing yourself honestly and clearly, this situation will heal in accordance with the highest good of all concerned. Yet do not try to predetermine or control the outcome.
Trust – for the power that made you both, will heal you both.”
While there is a lot wrong here, there is also plenty that is right. (Which is kind of my over all impression of this entire deck.) Take out what works for you, apply it, and move on. I like the strength aspect of the message, so that’s what I’m going to focus on. (Yes, I DO see the irony in blocking the visual while speaking of honesty.)
Today’s Deck:
Angels, Gods, and Goddesses Oracle Cards by Toni Carmine Salerno
Not my favorite color.
Our new hygienist at the dentist’s office is a woman who believes you can’t brush your teeth too much. (She is a proponent of On The Go Brushing, which she does in her car.) So, in order to continue with my on-going enterprise of never losing another damn tooth, I’m on-board. What I do first thing upon awakening each day is changing (due to suggestions by *A* as well as new, more physical elements) so it seemed like a perfect match to incorporate these new procedures around oral health right there as well. I’ll keep you posted.
