It was one of those what-direction-are-you-going-? type of card flips today. And not much else. Well, not much else very spiritual. In the physical realm, there was bunches.
For example, pool class. Where five of us seriously kicked ass. And running around like a crazy person (with resident four-legged-pal in tow) trying to get some emergency laundry done for J.D. (He bought me dinner [and a brownie], with a To Go box for his dad, totally worth it.) But wait, let’s back up to the water movement.
There’s a running joke amongst us select few, and today, she didn’t show up. (No, I am NOT being mean.) One woman is almost as good about being there as I am, except . . . . she doesn’t DO ANYTHING! Oh hold on, yes she does. She talks. She talks MORE than me! I know, difficult to believe, but oh so true.
She is only moderately distracting as I’m shouting out our exercises, because I just yell right over the top of her. For some others though (like a few who have hearing issues), she can derail their work-outs, and that’s annoying. Tonight, she was nowhere to be found, so the rest of us moved our asses and really made our hour count. It was lovely.
Wanna know what else is lovely? A funny little dog. Earlier Max and I wandered some parking lots while we waited for our date to show up. And then when we got home, we played one of his favorite games (I pretend to chase him while he drags Hedgehog or Purple Dinosaur or Pink Holiday Stocking around, sometimes burying it under pillows or bedding or assorted garments that are lying around, very often running at full speed). So now, he’s exhausted.
Princess And The Pea Grand Dog.
One day last week our next door neighbor showed up on the porch. He was getting some new office furniture and wanted to know if we’d like any of the old stuff. Here’s the thing with this guy, he has REALLY nice shit! So I ALWAYS say yes. Remember the anniversary gift of living room couches from years ago? (Also, ya know, I have a problem with chairs.)
So, anyHOO, he and I drive this wheelie sitter over here from his house to mine, and when Dan gets home from work I make him drag it downstairs. Then I take mine back from the dog. Or so I thought. He wouldn’t sit on the new upholstery. WTF?! I sat in it, when I wasn’t on my knee-stool*. Then I moved some crap around the next day and forgot about the entire situation.
*HERE’s a link to one, if you aren’t familiar with them. I got mine for free about 18 years ago when ANOTHER neighbor was moving. See? A chair addiction is serious!
Turns out, all I had to do was put some messy-ness there, and he was all over it. Literally. He climbed up like he was King Of The Mountain. Fine. At least he’s cute. And I have my two seats back.
On to our crooked card. All I know at this point is that it came up NOT direct. That was what I heard. Let’s look at it and see if she’ll tell us more.
The Empress ~ 3
She’s a favorite, and should be. Her fertility and compassion are Universally known and appreciated. She’s generous and she is All Loving. But she’s also, once in a while, so enigmatic that she can be a bit of a challenge.
I looked up what some others have to say about this one, and got (three times) “unraveling of involved matters” as well as some other references to the spinning wheel so clearly seen in this illustration. Which, for me is, is kind of special. I’ve been doing this for a very long time now, decades (lifetimes!) and yet, I still receive the gift of surprises.
That weaving and creating symbolism is our key point right now. The way we put together or take apart is what we need to focus on. Are we smoothly blending our fibers? Or are we snarling our threads and yarn to such a degree that we will have to cut the mistake out and begin all over again?
We all create, whether as art, crafts, word arranging, or any other example on the planet. It’s part of our lesson here as embodied creatures, we MAKE things. We do work that MATTERS. In the doing of it all, are we going against the grain or are we flowing with the nap? Those are the questions we need to be addressing.
If we have trouble with the answers, ask The Empress. She will gladly provide the assistance we require. And she will do it with a caring so deep that we can’t help but feel embraced and adored.
Today’s Deck:
Robin Wood Tarot
LateNight So Freaking Cute:
The text read,
“Indiana, in his famous blue raincoat.“
I know nothing about anything inter-web-y, but I DO know that I can grab pictures off the tweeties sometimes. So I did.
Wow, that splishy class regular sounds annoying as fuck! Glad you (and the others who are there to workout) got to enjoy a class free of that!
OMG, your game with Max sounds so fun, and, of course, adorable!
That is great that you got to learn something new when it comes to Tarot! I love RW’s Empress, because she is so gentle & matronly & compassionate looking! This artwork conveys the qualities of The Empress soooo much better than some decks! And, no, I am not at all surprised. Timely message here, too.
LOL, just realized that Robin Wood shares the same initials as another widely-used Tarot deck… when I said RW I was referring to Robin Wood, not the other one. (Which was probably pretty obvious, but, you know, just making sure…)
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I forget that the other deck has the same initials, too.
J
11:54 p.m.
10-25-12
Free chairs. Can’t go wrong. Cute granddogs. Can’t go wrong. Cattywompus card turn…let’s go with the theme here…can’t go wrong. Seems pretty (un)straight forward what the Empress is telling us.
I would have gone berserk in that training had I not had the iPhone for entertainment and Dan next to me. I just scraped the onions off, and resisted eating two desserts.
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Desserts? He never said there were DESSERTS !!!
Sneaky rat bastard……
J
12:06 a.m.
10-26-12
Your comment about your swimmy class made me laugh. My class has anywhere from 6 – maybe 10 people. 3 are there to do the class and do it with all enthusiastic hard work. Another 3 or 4 are there for the class, as long as it isn’t too hard, and some socializing. The rest are just there to chat. I contemplate muzzles as another piece of equipment we need when I’m feeling cranky about the talkers.
Kady and I play similar games, either chase around the house and hide or steal the tug toy and run.
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We generally have a very similar ratio. This was an odd day, which was why it stood out. Also, we just plain did NOT miss her.
J
12:15 a.m.
10-26-12
When I was in a swimmy class for my fibro, the talker was the TEACHER! It drove me nuts to finish a set of exercises and just wait for her to get around to talking about something other than herself and her family and God (yup, a bit of prosetelyzing, too). So eventually I decided my fibro was fine without the class and I quit.
This is an interesting card reading. I shall have to ponder what it means to me.
Love your game with Max. I used to play tag/hide and seek (it was a combo game) with my cat, which made me just fall over laughing eventually.
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Um, prosetelyzing?
Yeah, that lasts one fucking time with me. Or less.
Because, come on! Not EVEN the place for it. You shouldn’t have left, just had her supervisor kick HER ass out of the water.
J
12:22 a.m.
10-16-12
You’re polite, I’m rude. Whenever I have taught a class and had a talker, I would say, “EXCUSE ME! But would you please dial it back a bit? I shouldn’t have to yell to teach this class.” Shut most of them right up. If you want to chat, meet for coffee or something. Sheesh.
Chase is one of Jake’s favorite games. With a toy, without, he doesn’t care as long as it involves running. My one cat likes to play chase as well. She will come down the hall mrrrowing and I’ll ask her what she wants and she’ll arch her back and poof like a halloween cat and prance on her toes at me till I come running at her and chase her around.
Okay, what’s a wheelie sitter? And, of course, it needs shit in it. Otherwise it doesn’t smell like it belongs there!
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In the pool I really do have to yell, whether she’s talking or not, it’s a big room, and the water does funny things to the acoustics. But yeah, everyone is aware of the fact that this one is a pain.
Wheelie sitter = piece of furniture designed for ass-resting which is on wheels = chair.
J
12:43 a.m.
10-26-12
What a fun game. Chester doesn’t do that any more. Now if I throw a ball for him to chase he just looks put out and may or may not walk over and pick it up.
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Max decides when this game is played, no one else. Well, maybe Emma.
J
12:51 a.m.
10-26-12
Aww, it makes me miss the dogs I used to take care of. They were so much fun to run around and play with. Time to call my friends and get in a puppy fix!
And the card is interesting, too. I know where in my life it applies (school/next step), but it’s also very accurate for my bff, who’s currently going through a life crisis in Morocco. (Anybody got any spare thoughts, send them her way… She could use the love.)
Yay chairs!
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You are the second person to tell me about a friend who this completely relates to. I think you guys need to start handing out my web-address…. if we’re reaching so many folks, they should be here!
J
12:58 a.m.
10-26-12
(Always yay for chairs!)