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Winter Warmth, inside and out.

            The next time I hear that there is nothing wrong with our planet, and that global warming is a lie, I’m going to poke someone’s stupid eyes out.  Daniel and I walked today, in the near summer-like temperatures.  It was over 50 damn degrees when we left the house around 3 ish.  At the end of December.  In Oregon.  Yeah, we got a problem, and that’s a fact.

             Sadly, we enjoyed the hell out of it.  (I know, it’s so wrong isn’t it?)  We were being grateful just on general purposes, for our outstandingly terrific kids, for the clear skies, and for the functioning healthy bodies which propelled us along for four and three-quarter miles this afternoon.  His job, on days like this, is to distract me while my Seattle girl is on the road going in the Away direction.  (She arrived safely, in case you were wondering.)

             Speaking of directions though, look at this.  Yes, it’s way blurry, doesn’t matter, you’ll understand.

              A Four Forked Road.  Which just seemed to be so damn meaningful!  (Not sure what’s up with my camera, let’s ignore the entire situation and hope it fixes its wee self.)

             Moving on now to our other message and then we’ll get back to sharing more from Solstice.  (This card wanted to be right side up, and that’s all.)

“The Camel Boy  ~  small steps, asking for help  ~

When the Camel Boy arrives as your Ally, he reminds you that asking for help will bring in the right people to ease the burden of your life.  Perhaps a wise person appears to give you advice.  Maybe you are moving and suddenly a couple of friends offer to give you a hand with your packing.  Or you want information about someone and you just happen to run into his former partner, who gives you the knowledge you need to make the decision you have been weighing.

No matter the issue, this is a sign that if you ask, you will receive what you need.  Synchronicity is engaged when you request assistance.  The Camel Boy never lets you down when you ask for help in lightening your load.  Now is the time to do so – and to except to get it.”

            I remember the first time we got this one, and I really liked how it was worded.  Seeing it again just makes me smile.  The imagery is so positive and delightfully whimsical, and yet the message is such a nice solid one.  Very exacting in what we need to know, and do.   Always welcome.

             We are pack animals, and live best, thrive even, when we have that family/clan/tribe interaction, the perfect amount of communication and contact.  For some of us, like me, this can be minimal.  Others need more.  But we all do require it.  Spending time with my babies this holiday was enormously replenishing, it just keeps me going and refills my heart.  I don’t need to touch them every single day, but I do need to know where they are.   When they are here all together and their dad is home, it’s just always good.

              Above you can see J.D. in his Yule Tide finery.  (Wow, this outfit was SO festive!)   And yes, that’s dinner.

             In our representation of the Winter Lights, we have small candles for our burning wishes and gratitude celebration.  Over the years we’ve utilized several types of holders.  Once we gathered everyone for a craft (at Karen‘s house) where we froze water in food cans then everyone pounded nails through the ice, punching holes in the metal, to create luminary designs along the sides.  

             This year I wanted to make sure we had enough votive cups, and also, ya know, that our chances of burning the house down were minimized, so we picked up some lovely, super simple, on-sale, clear glass containers.  What we didn’t have was a table to put them on.  As you saw, the tree was on one of them, and the one we used last year was really only on loan, it lives with Empress.  I was slightly concerned but figured we’d work it out.  

             One of the reasons I don’t worry as much as I used to is because I have the world’s most thoughtful witchlings.

             They wrapped this in a quilt that usually resides on the couch (for emergency cozy needs) and it was only slightly mysterious.  Seriously, they searched for miles before they came up with the most perfectly atrocious three-legged flat-topped piece of furniture.

               You can’t see the awesome swirl paint job on top because Dan (Officer Safety!) was all cautious and shit and put one of our baking stones on it, the better to not flame out my new holiday addition.  (Which will totally be an heirloom passed down for generations, I’m sure.  Also, that is Jade’s hand in there, Junior Officer Safety.)

             Some time next month, whenever my Beloved and I get around to dismantling the living room, I’ll attempt some more shots of this.   Wait until you see it in all of its tacky, colorful glory, it’s like it was MADE for me.

             Kinda like Pinkey.  (Who, I’ve decided, we will not refer to by gender.   I am making a statement with this radiant creature.   Ze is just Pinkey.  With the extra “e” because I just can NOT leave anything alone and potentially court normalcy.) 

               The Birth of Pinkey.  Also, I have no idea why I look bizarre in all of these pictures lately (unless it’s because I keep crying, in that case, whatever).  But after Dan got zir legs attached and wings battened down our marvelous Pinkey became much more flamingo-tastic.

             Still not real stable though, but he’s got some ideas.  (See what I mean about the weather?)  Be sure to take note of Emmy’s handiwork there on the fence.  She decorated with another one of her bargains, ball ornaments.  And look at this view below, she is not quite wearing that gift, but posing with it counts.  (It’s difficult to drape a Thermos.)

              Happy doesn’t even begin to cover how this all made me feel.  Truly, it was a most joyous occasion, for days on end.  There were even some unexpectedly entertaining moments as well.   Like when Hanny tried to squeeze in a few exercises and Max decided she maybe wasn’t safe on her own, so he hopped up to help.

 Today’s Deck:

Wisdom of the Hidden Realms Oracle Cards by Colette Baron-Reid

Bountiful Winter Blessings.

            Prepare yourselves for something so amazing that you might not even believe it.  I almost didn’t.  The overwhelmingly wonderful generosity of my children brought me to tears more than once last night.  I truly am the luckiest witch (and mother) ever.  

                          This will prove my point.  And then some.

             Yes, that’s me and Pinkey!  A gift from my son.  Today Dan did some front yard rearranging and now there is (PINK FLAMINGO!) light and loveliness for all to see.  We’ve decided that Pinkey will live indoors after the holidays, perhaps in the middle of the living room.   But we haven’t come to any conclusions yet.

             To further explain that picture, and a few of the following ones, in our family, it is traditional to put on every garment you receive.  Immediately.  No matter what else you are wearing.  In J.Adam‘s family they wrap everything in re-useable scarves and pieces of fabric.  So, that item on my head is a Brinson present-wrapper.

               Above, you can see J.D. demonstrating his new ornament (a golden glittery gun).  From Adam.  And wearing one of his new Solstice ties (this one is in the shape of a Yule Tide stocking).

             And here we have Hanny, modeling her gift from her brother, an exquisite chapeau.

             Empress is wearing several scarves and Max has on his new Snuggie (insert trademark sign here).

             This was taken at an odd angle because I was sitting on the floor (hugging Pinkey), but you can tell who it is.  Dan, wearing too many presents all at the same time.  (With a plaid dinner napkin around his neck; we were so enthralled with that uber green exchange idea that we cloaked a few of ours the same way, except ya know, we’re not classy and don’t have a plethora of neckerchiefs at our disposal.)

            A better view of Adam (as opposed to only half of him) and hopefully you can see both Hunter and Indi in their new apparel as well.  Of course the dogs got new clothes!

             Tomorrow I’ll show you some more photos of our celebration, but for now we need to move on to the message du jour.  It’s from our newest animal deck, in the Walkers Between The Worlds category, like Elephant from last Tuesday.

“Beaver  ~

Investing in home comforts provides security and family togetherness.

Glossy Beaver counsels conservation in all senses of the word, from protecting the earth’s resources for future generations to freeing yourself from large projects that sap your vigor and leave you vulnerable.  Beaver mates monogamously for life and keeps her offspring safe until the call of the wild bids them leave. 

Although our lives may be very different, the archetypal family unit still haunts our dreams.  Beaver’s lesson is that you turn longing into reality and transform love into a way of life.”

              Since this is our state animal we are pretty familiar with them around here.  Although, just the other night, my Beloved and I did learn a few a facts we hadn’t known before.  There was a program on PBS about home-builders in nature, and Beaver was featured prominently because of the tremendously functional and architecturally fabulous dens they create. 

             Any time we craft a cozy and welcoming home for our loved ones we are sending our own message.  We’re saying that THIS is a place to be comfortable in, THIS is where we are safe, THIS is our sanctuary.  As much as I detest The Burrow, for many reasons, it is our home right now.  And it feels like it fits us.  So I’ll make a point of being grateful for it.

Today’s Deck:

Animal Messages: Seek Inspiration From Our Animal Guides by Susie Green

LateNight Health Report:  I went to see the nurse practitioner on Wednesday, and she took some blood for a variety of tests.  No one called me from the office today, the results were due in by the end of business hours Thursday.  If anything had been amiss, she said they’d let me know.  I’ve heard nothing.  Apparently, I must be fine. 

           Without over-sharing (too much), the bottom line now is that my condition was sort of a Perfect Storm of Female Bad.  Menopause, pool closing/complete alteration in movement activity, turning 50, becoming a non-smoker, and basic metabolism changes due to hormones.  All in a VERY, albeit relatively speaking, short amount of time.  We have a new prescription and a new program now, so these steps should help.  I’ll keep you posted. 

              Today I took the bike out.  Fastest circuit yet.  And still, I’m coasting about half of it because of the hills.  I’m going to up the difficulty as soon as I can drop two more minutes off the total Route time.

 

Another Moon Day Medley.

            Two things before I forget.  The first one is what I alluded to yesterday, that we needed more room for, which I will get to next.  The second item of business is a bit on the political side, which we will address now.  (Yes, the first thing second and the second thing first, shut up, I’m dyslexic.  And SPECIAL!) 

            We don’t usually go all topically newsy and shit in JulieLand, because it’s damn obvious how far left I am, but WITH all of these law enforcement influences (not to mention how I was raised by a Marine Corps Drill Sergeant, with guns around every freaking corner and under all the beds), so it’s best to just leave these types of discussions for other places.  Except for right now.

              Two years ago my son started a blog, because he had a point to make, and he wanted to exercise his freedom to speak it here on the interwebz.  Last night he wrote his second post.  I encourage you to read both of them.  Just don’t forget that where his mother writes is a Hate Free Zone.  (Now I have to go change the title under Important Family.)  J.D.’s TWO post blog.

           As I mentioned, my seasonal managerial career has come to an end.  My income now depends on how many readings I can drum up and how many bad words I can cross stitch for like-minded readers.  Except when I find money, then it’s just free and festive.

             That was what I saw in the street on yesterday’s (extra) wander around the neighborhood.  The finding began before we left for our Seattle adventures, just after I started to really accept the fact that my kiosk was NOT coming back.  When we got on the train there was some assorted change in my assigned seat.  As we stepped off on our Portland stop-over, there was a nickel on the ground.  After our bus ride, and while we were marching up the hill to Han and Adam’s new home, I noticed a penny by the curb.

            This continued nearly every time we went out over the weekend (sometimes twice in one outing).  And it’s not let up since we’ve been home.  What I interpreted from these (overwhelming) signs was that I don’t need to work in the mall anymore, I’m going to do just fine with my independent income from now on.  That money will just continue to show up.

          Not everyone agrees with me about what these coins from above mean right now.  And in fact, SOME people are saying that if I am going to try and live on (or just even try to contribute) this found money, it should be paper dollars, not random coinage.  My feeling is, well … who’s the witch wise old crone around here?!

        (This is another type of omen than when ONLY dimes show up, that’s about cycles.  And yeah, in a way this is too, but its over-all feeling is slightly different.)

             My lost list was apparently more than one, because when I found a scribbled-on scrap of paper earlier today, it only had a few Foreign License Plates on it, and I know I wrote down more than these three: Illinois, Massachusetts, and Wyomeeeee.   I’ll keep searching, they usually show up within a week.

          Turns out (ROBIN!) that it was most fortuitous of me to grab a bonus trudge on my “day off” because this afternoon turned into gawdamn night-time practically by three o’clock, and we ran out of light.  I dressed for erranding, but with the thought that we’d do some walking while we were out.  Yeah, except I didn’t count on the sideways freaking rain.  That blew my umbrella inside out.

            Daniel and I have made an executive decision for Moonday Marches from this point forward, until the sun starts going the other direction anyway.  Our last stop is going to be someone else’s neighborhood and we’re going to lock  up the car, then head out exploring, where there are street lamps and parking lot lighting.  We’ll keep you posted on how this goes.  Tonight we ended up at a donut shop.  So far, not so great.  Except ya know, yum: donuts.

              And, some Chinese food.   We ordered ONE dinner each, and a side of broccoli beef.  We ate when we got home.  And ate a lot.  That picture above represents our left-overs!  Go here when you’re in town.  I think they still have a prime rib special one day a week too.  

            Here’s our crystal message for the daily draw, I love this deck so much.

 ”Prehnite  ~  profound spiritual love, protection, prophetic vision.

You are about to gain a profound spiritual insight in the form of a prophetic vision which appears to you in your dreams or at a time in which you least expect it.  Through this you realise that, at the heart of the matter, only love exists and that our perceptions of good and evil are simply a human illusion.

A deep inner knowing will swell from within you and you will realise that all is literally bathed in love; nothing can ever harm you or have a negative effect on you, apart from your own fears.

Through this experience you will have no doubt that a higher force does exist, and that through this higher force, all is possible.  As you begin to trust in the universal power of love to guide you, your life will take on a greater meaning and purpose.”

            Last night I smelled something, that wasn’t really here, or rather, wasn’t really NOW.  If you’ve followed along for a while with me (or been through the History Quilt) you’ll know that this is hugely significant.  Also, we need to maybe ignore the use of “literally” in this definition.  Just a thought.  Otherwise though, WAY cool!

 

Could Be Worse.

            I am going through a bit of a rough patch right now (again!), so I’m just going to show you our day in pictures, then get on with what the guidebook says about our card.  No, you are not to blame.  No, no one hurt by feelings.  No, nothing is wrong with Daniel, the kids, or my relatives.  No, no one died.  No, I am not ready to talk about it yet.

            We all met at the dog wash this afternoon.  Tonight Jessie’s family arrives home from their adventure.  She couldn’t be more happy.  We are convinced she knows they are near, last night she cavorted around the lobby with much joy.

              Here she is with Dan and Max, but earlier she was next to me, while I held Max.     

             The reason J.D. and I are sitting here is because we had just hauled that orange chair down the block.  He bought it for me as an early Mother’s Day gift.  (Yeah we don’t actually know when that day is, but we’re pretty sure it’s coming up.)   Emma had seen two of them in front of an antique shop so she sent him this picture from her phone.   

             This is the exact same store I found his cuff links in last month!  I’ll walk around The Burrow and take some shots of some of my other small chairs in the next few days.  Have I told you all why I love them?  Other than that they are cute, and my feet touch the floor when I sit in them?  It’s a past life tale, remind me again later.

             Look at what I found.  This is a framed piece that is hanging in one of our local library neighborhood branches.  (Sorry for the bad look of it here, it has glass over it and I only had my phone with me.)  It is called “Yurt Door” by the woman who is loaning a bunch of these photographs to the city for display purposes.  It grabbed me when I walked past, so I had to share.

           On our card altar we have returned to The Druid Animal Oracle with a really strong message.

“Stag  ~  Damh  (pronounced as Dav)  ~  Pride, Independence, Purification.

The card shows a Stag bellowing as it stands before a gateway of birch trees.  According to Druid tradition, the birch is the tree of beginnings, and the Stag is a creature from the beginning of Time.  The gateway represents the place of transition from this world to the Otherworld, and the stag is often seen as an Otherworldly messenger.  On the rock beside him is the carved figure of a man wearing antlers – he is the god Cerunnos, Herne the Hunter or Merlin.  The plants in the foreground are all associated with the Stag – pennycress (deer’s pot-herb), mountain sorrel (deer’s sorrel), common asparagus (deer’s son’s leek), and heathrush (deer’s oats).

Damh brings us the qualities of grace, majesty, and integrity.  Contemplating the Stag can help you achieve a greater sense of poise and dignity.  If you are ever confronted with a situation in which you feel vulnerable,  or under scrutiny, such as in a court of law or a public appearance, by attuning to the Stag and asking for the protection of his spirit you will find yourself feeling calmer, stronger, and more dignified. 

The Stag signifies independence too – both spiritual and physical.  By drawing this card you will be able to find the strength to gain and maintain your independence.  In Ogham, the Druid language of the sacred trees, the Stag is related to Beith, the birch tree and the number one.  The birch is associated with the blessing of beginnings.  It is auspicious to draw this card when contemplating new projects.  The Stag’s connection with fertility and sexuality signifies that you will find a way to bring dignity, grace, power, and integrity to your sexual life.

Drawn reversed:  this card shows that you need to examine the degree to which your pride is helping or hindering you.  Pride can be a valuable feeling when it helps you give only of your best, but it can also block your development and enjoyment of life if it exists only to protect your feelings of vulnerability and inadequacy.  Ask yourself whether your pride is serving you, and if not, see whether the qualities of the Stag can help you find integrity and dignity without the need for inappropriate pride. 

The stag-god, as Lord of the Hunt, is responsible for culling, which can be seen as a process of purification, or sacrifice, maintaining a proper ecological balance.  Drawing this card reversed may signify the need for sacrifice or purification in your life - perhaps through a letting-go of unnecessary possessions or emotional attachments, thereby helping you to gain independence and integrity.”

Late night update:  thanks Becky for putting my non-reviews up!

Every Year At This Time.

          When this posts at 11:00 (ish) p.m. on the 25th, my son will have one hour left of this 27th birthday.   I am having some technical difficulties right now (thank you Mercury Retrograde Shadow Effect for challenging my patience), on top of the ever-present emotions that I suffer from every time one of the witchlings gets a year older.  So this will be brief.  And it will not be set up the way I had planned earlier.

           Here is the first post I wrote for him and this is the second, finally, the one from last yearPlease go read those (they are short and they will open to a new window, so you won’t fall out of JulieLand by doing so).  I wanted to do a cut and paste dealie.  That appears to be unavailable right now.  I’ll just wait until you’ve all read the old ones as they stood…   done?

           Okay, this first born kid of mine is a treasure that I never dreamed I could be any part of, let alone claim to have created originally.  He has grown into, seriously, a spectacular individual.  (He was a fairly spectacular kid too, which was why we went on to repeat this process two more times.)  Sure he is still just a guy sometimes, but truly, he is an amazing guy.  I don’t get anxious because we are all getting older, I just chronically fall apart thinking about how much I love my children.  It is a sensation that goes beyond words and description.  I won’t even try to talk about.  Not only am I not up to the task, but it would be redundant (since you’ve all read the first three posts).

            Happy Happy Birthday J.D.  Hope your day was festive, enjoyable, and as much fun as it could be, what with all the work and (hopefully) a nap.  We’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner and gifts.  I love you more than I can say.  You have made your father and I the proudest parents on the planet.  I have to go cry now, but not before I get your card up here.

          For my baby boy’s glorious day of birth, we are using our Special Occasion deck.  Because if this isn’t a special day, I sure as hell don’t know what is.

“Tasmanian Devil  ~  Purification.

The generic name of the Tasmanian Devil, Sarcophilus, means ‘flesh-lover,’ indicating its carnivorous dietary preference.  Meat is what nourishes the Tasmanian Devil.  It instinctively knows that meat is the only fare that will supply it with the strength and endurance to fulfill its duties to Mother Earth.

Choosing the life of the humble, yet cantankerous, recluse, however, the Tasmanian Devil is a shy creature that prefers to feed on carrion and road kill rather than relying on it skills as a capable hunter.  Thus, the Tasmanian Devil is seen as the cleaner, the one whose responsibility it is to ensure that the deceased are returned to Mother Earth as efficiently as possible, minimising the risk of putrefaction and contamination of the land and water ways.

Tasmanian Devil teaches us to purify our lives, to honour our bodies and to exorcise all that is corrupted from our systems.  Eating all that is wholesome, drinking all that is pure, and honouring our bodies by regularly exercising and getting adequate rest are all lessons afforded by Tasmanian Devil, as is only ever doing what is right for us while avoiding the propensity to base our decisions on what others may do, prefer, or expect.

Tasmanian Devils are famous for their powerful jaws and crushing bite.  Tasmanian Devil teaches us to honour ourselves on a communication level, therefore, by using the vice-like power of its jaws to speak with vice-like force or, when appropriate, with gentle humility.  He validates the art of cutting through pretence to get directly to the heart of the matter, thus purifying our relationships of dis-honesty and misunderstanding.

When Tasmanian Devil appears, you are being prompted to purify some aspect of your life.  The cleansing process personified by the appearance of Tasmanian Devil can be as tender and healing as you like, or equally, as gruesome and devastating.  It all depends on how it is approached and whether or not it is handled in a sacred manner.

To remove all that is stagnant from your life is to realise the fertility that comes with release, liberation and freedom.  It is to strengthen your foundations and to nourish your desires to expand.”