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4th Fairy, Some Plates, and Fat is Good.

   In this morning’s local paper there was an article worth taking a look at.  It was written by a local nutritionist or dietician or something, and she is encouraging bacon!  (Also let me know if the link works for you, I think Hurricane’s last tip helped me figure out what I was doing wrong before.)

    These are the foreign license plates I saw today:  Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Pennsylvania (hi Tracy), Idaho, and one of the Dakotas (ya know, North, or South, or Fanning).  I really didn’t go very many places, so this will throw our numbers way off.

  I went to visit friends in the quilt shop (hi Cherie and Kelly).  Since you’ve already seen pictures of the library I thought you might like to look at another one of my errands.

   We have started our fourth tour around the card altar, back to Healing with the Fairies.  And yeah, we have absolutely got a major theme goin’ on here.

   Positive Expectations ~ “Keep up your hopes, dreams, affirmations, visualizations, and prayers, as they will be wonderfully manifested right now.  Don’t quit five minutes before the miracle happens!”

    This card is all about how we have laid the groundwork, planted our seeds of manifestation, and how we now just need to hold on to our faith.  We are reminded to hold fast to what we believe and to what we maybe can’t see yet but know is just around the corner.  If we are starting to feel discouraged, look around, see the beauty in our world.  And in what we have already accomplished.

   Affirmation: I am safe, confident, and secure.  I feel joyful about my future.

Fire, Part 2.

    I prefer asymmetry in my life, rather than perfect balance, keeping things slightly un-even (it happens anyway, so I just go with it).  When the kids were growing up we had a list of words that were off-limits: the “b” word -bored, the “n” word -normal, the “w” word -weird.  One reason I did this was to get their minds working.  Normal, no such thing; boring, tons of crap to do so do some of it; weird, come up with something more creative.  Unusual perhaps, or bizarre, maybe even peculiar.  My brain worked this way as a matter of course, so it was inflicted upon my poor children.  (I was the only mom they were going to get this time around, what could they do?)  As the inking continued though, we noticed how OVERLY un-balanced my arms looked once the Earth trees were in place.  Big huge black tat on one side, little itty bitty fire on the other.  “It makes the flames look like a rub-on, or a ’57 Chevy,” someone noted.  Oh darn, time for more.  (At about this point Daniel wrote to his parents, “I think my wife has joined The Tattoo Of The Month Club.”  It was so NOT every month!  But… for a couple of years there, they did seem to be appearing on my skin at a fairly brisk rate.)   I handed the other daughter a pen, and my second fire band came to life.

Hanna drew the top one and Emma did the bottom.

 Together they looked much better.

Tomorrow we head back to Earth.

    A foreign license plate update: this week, nearly none!  Where have all my tourists gone?  In the past few days I have only seen one Colorado, one Alaska, and a British Columbia.

Our Card 43, and I Have a Plan.

   People who do not live with disabilities have no clue how difficult even the smallest tasks can be.  I make it a point to be grateful that I am not blind, that all of my limbs function, that I still have most of my teeth, that I can hear (even annoying sounds), because daily I am reminded of what I can NOT do.   I just spent nearly 20 full minutes running up and down the stairs, opening doors, peeking under crap, returning to my original position here at the keyboard, tragically to repeat the process.  I wrote up some things today (yes, on some old scraps of envelopes and the back of a hot sheet from Dan’s briefing last night), and then…. they were gone when I went to tell you about them.  Seriously, being mentally handicapped is… well hell, it’s a damn handicap.  (Let’s blame my mother, we all got this swiss cheese brain from her anyway.  I’m going to see her tomorrow, I think I’ll tell her.)

    Right, so where was I?  Ah yes, the foreign license plates du jour.  (Ha ha, found my notes!)  Not many actually, one Florida, another Utah (getting tired of that one, hope it isn’t the same car over and over, or maybe I do),  one of the Dakotas (I wasn’t close enough to see which one, and I don’t see enough of them to recognize the picture), but the best one for the day was a supremely slow Texas driver, in Prius!

   We didn’t get any good witchy questions yesterday (Christine has gone on vacation, hope she has fun) so I thought I should come up with how we are going to proceed once this oracle deck is done.  Lots of interest lately about my tattoos, and since they have taken so many years to get to their current status, I thought we’d go through those stories and then start the new card-of-the-day-from-assorted-decks.  I am going to begin (after tomorrow) with the re-telling of an old book my grandfather used to read to me.  It has much to do with the beginnings of my ink saga.  So stay tuned.  (And bring a friend!)  Oh, yeah.  I’ve been a slacker about reminding you (Tracy) to check the tweets, but that’s probably okay because I haven’t been very tweety inspired lately.

  The Mapmaker of Destiny ~ 24 ~ authentic purpose, inspiration, free will.

     This is one of those Ally/Challenger cards that Colette has tossed in to the mix.  The guidebook description goes on and on, but I’ll abbreviate it for our purposes here.

      The basics begin before we even open the box, the belief here is that we all begin this lifetime with a Map of Destiny (Sylvia Browne calls it our chart, same diff I figure).  This shows all the places we are meant to visit, places we will be challenged to evolve into the Highest aspects of the Self.  Fate represents the events in our lives that were meant to happen and that we can’t change.  Fate is transformed into Destiny according to how we respond to certain circumstances.  Destiny offers us the ability to make great opportunities out of our fated experiences, so free will and choice are possible at certain points on our Map.  This is one of those points.  We must be aware of all options at this time, seeing whether our Mapmaker is an Ally now or a Challenger.  We need to pay attention to how our Map unfolds, and remember that Fate makes the Map, but Destiny is determined by the manner in which we engage in our journey.

     This is another one of those busy illustrations, with much going on around the edges.  The Mapmaker is sitting on a plush green hill, wearing a sort of floppy hat with a feather in it.  Holding a matching feather in his hand as a quill, with a book in his lap.  There are maps scattered about and some type of instrument with wheels and an eyepiece attached.  There is a small compass and some scrolls in front of him with a wee fairy perched amongst the clutter, another glowing mini-being is floating overhead.  There is a large bird in the sky beyond and  a low building in the distance.  Atop a hill behind him is a large estate or possibly it’s a castle.  This is all done in rich reds (the book), creamy ivory and creams (his shirt sleeves and the feathers), burnt browns, and light gold (his embroidered jacket).  It’s got a deep look to it, but it’s also quite dense with things going on.

 

28 and Sandwich Sychronicity, plus Surprise Photos.

   First of all, let me apologize because this will be going up late, even though I am sitting here pretty much “on time” there will be a delay in posting because I had an attack of idiocy today.  I took some pictures then realized my camera battery was dying.  Since I am so completely techno-challenged I had to wait for Daniel to wake up and do the plug in charge activities, that slowed us down a smidge.  (Note to self: learn how to do this.)  If all goes well, there should be some surprises at the end of today’s card reading.

    On the food front, I got my wee self elf up close to on time and headed out to the Devour van’s location.  Eeek, as I was driving along I saw it right in front of me on the road!  I was still half way to the designated site!  So, of course I just got in behind and followed.  Upon further glaring and staring I realized this was NOT JP.  So I pulled in front and hollered across the traffic, “are you making sandwiches?!”  The lovely young man answered in the affirmative, so I parked.  Ah, the joy of food from a Volkswagen, made lovingly by a cute guy.  Bliss, I tell you, pure bliss.  (JP is out at The Oregon Country Fair this weekend, helping friends with the Viva Vegan or possibly, Viva Vegetarian, food booth, not sure which, someone from that fine group will have to come looking here and tell us).

  And I saw an inordinately large number of Alaska plates today, as well as California, like five.  And two Utahs.

     The Altar Priestess ~ 39 ~ preparation, prayer, sacred ritual.

The stage is set, and the world is waiting for us to take our place in sacred meditation and prayer.  As our Ally, she brings the ritual of reverent interaction with the mundane world.  We can now see everything as sacred, all of life as a meditation, and every action as a prayer of devotion.  With her visit she ensures us that all is sacred and our consciousness can now shift to see our circumstances through the eyes of the Divine, realizing how perfect everything is right now.

     Ready for your surprise?  This card is the one on the box lid and the cover of the Guidebook, so I don’t think that we will be breaking any laws by showing it here.

 

   Also, since I have seen Colette in person, I can safely say that this particular card was inspired by her.  This is part of the back cover, hope that’s okay to show too.

Our 24th Card, And Tattoo News .

   Before I begin, I want to ask a question.  I’ve been playing around with the capital letters in my Titles.  Any strong opinions on that?  I think it looks funny when all of the words are capitalized, but when I only do some of them, it reminds me of old newspaper headlines or handbills from the 1700′s.  Just curious.

   Got a message from my favorite tattoo guy Wulff Cole.  He is on-call at Bonnie Jean’s Tattoo By Design these days.  Need new ink?  Call them and ask for him.  He’s amazing, and it would be so special.  (Right, that only applies to folks who live in Eugene, or are willing to drive here for custom art.)

     Foreign plates I saw in my daily travels, sit down, they are wild and crazy.  Okay, they absolutely are not.  Which I found interesting.  But then, I am easily amused.  Colorado x2, California x3, Washington x6, Idaho x2, Montana x2, Utah x3.  Neighbors, all of them.  Or close enough.

    The River Queen ~ 36 ~ flow, letting go, natural movement.

  She flows into our lives as an Ally to remind us about the concept of allowing and the Law of Nonattachment.  There is a cycle to water movement, beginning in the mountains as a small stream, moving down into rivers, and then merging with the sea, being absorbed by a larger body of water, then evaporating  into the clouds to become rain upon the mountains once more.  We are reminded to acknowledge this pattern, and flow as the water does.  Moving around obstacles and streaming past the big boulders in our lives.  Hers is the gift of surrender, letting go of rigidity and perfectionism, allowing ourselves to be as fluid as the water.  Be easy, on ourself and on others.  Watch how smoothly we can move along our chosen path when we allow that water-like movement to flow through us.

   I adore this picture.  The over-all colors are so many greens and blues I can’t even name them all.  The central figure is a mermaid!  She has softly glowing skin, long curling hair with a nautilus-type shell at the side, and a lovely sweeping tail.  We can see the water, the night sky, star sparkles, and crashing waves.  It is vibrant and yet soothing too.