There were errands to be run this afternoon, by car. I felt as though I was cheating. Especially after I had a delightful Tweety exchange with Emily Finch in Portland. (She of the six children and no auto, linked yesterday.) But I remedied that, when I ended up having to go BACK for a product exchange (Max’s behind-the-head area is fatter than I thought).
In the world of my Grand Dog today, his Nana can no longer be trusted. At this exact minute he has a plastic Cone Of Discomfort around his neck, fastened to his ID collar/walking-harness with zip-ties. He is NOT a happy camper. Here is what happened when I put the FIRST attempt on him.
It was too small. So I took my bike out, as soon as Dan left for work, and got another one, larger. He thinks I’m trying to kill him, instead of save his skin, literally.
While I was out though, and this was obviously the reason for my two-wheel trip, I talked to many people. One guy, in a parking lot, while I was adjusting my bag and checking texts. He hollered out his mini-van window, “hey, you passed me the other day, you were haulin’ ass!”
We proceeded to discuss being old, smoking, and bike paths here on this side of town. I recommended Allen Carr’s book to him, and wished him luck. Telling him that I hoped to see him passing ME soon!
The other person I spoke with was a young man, in yet another parking lot, with exactly the same type of bike lock I have. (We love them, by the way, far more than we probably should.) It was a quick exchange, but it was just as meaningful as the other one. Both made me smile. Both also left me with a very uplifted feeling about so many things. Really cool, just being out there, connecting.
Our message today is from the Special Occasion deck, because as of this morning at 7:49, Summer is over and Fall has begun. Happy Autumnal Equinox, to all of us.
“Cockatoo ~ Illumination ~ 10
Some say that in the beginning there was perpetual darkness – a gentle Void, a blanket of nothingness that tenderly swathed the universal plains.
Within the fertile emptiness the Great Mother stirred, as if waking from eternal slumber. As though trying to recall some distant memory she began to unfold, twisting and churning, dreaming her self into fruition. She began to reach out into the darkness as a massive expanse of nurturing energy that seduced everything it encountered, willingly drawing all into her protective Womb.
Sulphur-crested Cockatoo’s dark sister, the Black Cockatoo, carries the Genetic Memory of this sacred time and, within her Dreaming, helps us to take control of our life by insisting that we grow at our own pace and learn what we need to know in our own time.
She encourages us to just sit in contemplation and wait for the mysteries of our life to unfold without consciously seeking answers. At the appropriate time, when our mind is still and our heart is at ease, Black Cockatoo passes the torch of illumination to her sister, the Sulphur-crested Cockatoo.
To have Sulphur-crested Cockatoo appear in your cards is an indication that you are being primed for clarity to dawn in relation to one or more aspects of your life, and for stability to once again reign supreme.
Sulphur-crested Cockatoo offers a time of illumination when truths will be revealed, when energy will flow more easily, and obstacles will begin to dissipate.
As a guardian of the East Gate, and an emissary of the sun, the Sulphur-crested Cockatoo promises a time of mental clarity, clear vision, enhanced intuition, and stability.”
The first thing that caught my eye with this one, was the number. Tens designate a new cycle, leaving behind the old and welcoming in the new, that concept of spiraling up. Which really goes well with what we talked about yesterday, we are being Rewarded for our hard work. So nice to see.
And “seeing” is what this one is all about too. The lighting of our way in the dark. The Dark, with a capital ‘D’ -so we may continue on this path of enlightenment and continue with our lessons. In my case, reaching out to folks in parking lots and here on-line. I love that it was for the changing of the seasons too.
One last view, so you all understand how truly pathetic it is here in The Burrow currently.
The employees I spoke with about my purchasing choice said that while he wears this we should raise his water bowl up, so he can reach it. I think I’ll just trim the plastic down a bit, so it still does its job, but doesn’t restrict his basic needs.
(He’ll have to continue wearing jackets or pants to bed though, I can NOT imagine us all trying to sleep with that huge piece of plastic up near our heads in the damn water bed.)
Animal Dreaming Oracle Cards by Scott Allen King
LateNight Interwebz Update:
Hanny and Adam created, and run, this blog; it has recently gotten some BIG TIME recognition. Since I’ve never seen the show they are talking about, it obviously is not aimed at me, but there does seem to be plenty of other folks who find it hilarious. Including Jessica Walter!