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Brilliant Healing, Parenting Fairies, and Another Deck.

   My burned up fingers continue to improve.   Although the blisters seemed to have disappeared, I have a loss of feeling in one of them still.  I expect that the depth of injury on that one will take longer to heal, but it’s looking much better than I had first thought.  

 

   There was one more deck I did not put into our rotation, and I’m not talking about those extras or left out ones from the original picture.  When my sister was alive, the last few birthdays we shared, we would meet someplace downtown the day or so before our day and exchange a gift.  I would pick out something I liked, she would pick out something she liked, then we’d hand it over, pay for the selection of the other, and then hand it back. 

   In the last year before she died she was having a really difficult time with her beliefs, and with mine.  It wasn’t like she’d just met me!  Or I’d spun around recently into what I am now.  No, I’ve been out of the old broom closet for decades, and brutally honest about what I felt my entire life, but she struggled with a lot of things that last year.  I was one of them.  It was sad and heart breaking, but it was her journey, so I gave her the space she needed.

    Before this situation though, we met in a really beautiful New Age type of shop, and she chose a deck of Angels and Saints cards as her gift from me.  It’s another Doreen Virtue deck, and it’s very pretty.  When she went Home, her husband gave me the cards back.  For about fifteen or so years now, I have drawn a card every Sunday, rotating my decks (this is where I got the idea to do it here).  I left her deck off the card table for many reasons, but I wanted to share the one I drew yesterday.  I just thought it was so peaceful, so I wanted to share it with you.

   As far as where we have landed today in our own tour around the table, we are back to the Fairies, and the illustration is kind of hard to see.  Let me know if the picture is not clear enough.   As I told Lora the other day in the comments, this deck is done by several artists, and their view of Fairies are all very different.  This one is not one of my favorites, but it’s message is still worthwhile.  Even if we do not have children of our own, we all have children, or furry kids, in our lives, as well as the potential for “parenting” someone close to us.

 Parenting and Children  ~  A possible change is occurring for you in the area of parenting.  An unexpected occurence will herald a happy outcome between you and a parent, a child, or both.

  Family units are extremely important in the Fairy realm, whether blood ties or simply loved ones that are as close (or closer) than genetic family.  They understand the value of taking care of these relationships.  The Fairies never allow hurt feelings to fester.  They promptly discuss misunderstandings, and they share their feelings honestly with one another.  By drawing this card today, you are encouraged to face up to ill feelings you may have with family members, and take human and spiritual steps to effect a healing (no matter what that means to you).

   This card may also signal that a new family member is coming into your life.  These changes come to you with love and for the higher good of all, meaning that you are safe, protected, and will derive enjoyment from them.

Affirmation:  I have happy family relationships.  I allow my heart to open up so that I can feel compassion and love for all those around me, including family that shares my love.

The Parental Community.

    I need to tell you all what happened this evening.  As you know, I have been attending an old lady swimmy/exercisey class for over a year and a half now.  In that time I have gotten to know all the kids who work at the pool.  (“Kids” being the universal term I use for anyone in the age range of people I could conceivably have given birth to.)  Most of them either don’t have parents in town, or are lacking parents completely.  Some have one parent.  This is a situation I can’t understand.  I love my parents, but they have been a trial and an ongoing pain-in-the-ass to me over the years.  They have also always been there for me when I needed something.  They have supported me from the very beginning of my independence (around the age of three), and have respected my unconventional choices.  They also believe that my husband is, by far, the most superior human being ever to be born (I won’t even mention how they worship my children).  The only other person coming close to that god-like existence, in their eyes, is my sainted sister-in-law.  If they were ever given a choice, between my brother and I or Teresa and Daniel, they would not pick their own children.  Both have said as much, to all of us.  (Bryan and I are fine with this, by the way.  We know how lucky we are, and don’t question it either.)

     Where was I?  Oh yeah, so the kids at the pool sometimes have life situations that they need help with.  Since they don’t have parents around, like I do, and like my kids do, surrogates must be called upon.  Today Chelsea was in such a bind.  Her car was dead in a parking lot.  She didn’t have the money to pay a tow company (and truthfully, who does).  Nor did she really trust any.  (Again, who does?)  She had a bit of cash that she would be willing to give my dad if he brought his trailer over to rescue her.  That’s what we did.  I grabbed her from the pool, Dan and my father met us there.  They hauled her car up and he is going to deliver it to his guy.  (Of course he knows a guy.  The guy’s name is Carl, and he has fixed several broken vehicles for us.)  She couldn’t believe that people she hadn’t met would do this for  her, just for gas money, just because is was the right thing to do.  I can’t imagine a father NOT doing this for a stranded girl.  (Besides, it gets Dad out of the house and away from my mother.  I think he might even have paid Chelsea for the privilege.)

Taste, health, and nutrition.

   Okay, I addressed this in my last reply, but then I felt as though I (perhaps) had more to say on the topic.  (Shocking I know, me, with more to say.)

   In the spirit of full disclosure, I will admit that I have had food issues my entire life.  But, I believe that anything without pesticides should be our first option, buying locally and organically is optimum.  On the other hand, I cannot live without Oreos.  As I grew up in a home of limited income (with a mother who couldn’t figure out where the food stamps office was, let alone how to fill out the necessary paperwork) our meals were simple, and creative.  My parents did the best they were capable of.  I tried to do better.  I also felt cheated.  When I put on the “mom” hat and was in charge of purchasing food (yes I knew where the government offices were and yes I filled out the forms) I tried to be careful, as well as creative too.  But I have this very strong belief that your body tells you when and what you need to be eating.  Sometimes I needed to be eating Froot Loops.  Not the generic house brand, but the real ones.  I am also extremely immature, and can be easily swayed by marketing.  Yep, if it had a toy inside the box, I bought it.  You will have to ask my children but it seems as though they survived (with mixed messages sure, but really, none of us comes out of childhood entirely without issues and baggage).  I also believe that many vegetables are very tasty, so I bought those too.  (Okay, some of them had to be eaten with mayonnaise, but we ate them.)

   We had a friend who never allowed her daughter to eat sugar.  So when this girl went to a birthday party she inhaled everything in sight, all candy all cake all ice cream.  Then she puked.  We may have had limited resources but we had candy, as I grew up and as my kids grew up.  (We also had guns in the house, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.)  None of my children ever got sick from eating too much candy, it was always there, no reason to feel as if it was so special.  When they were young we all sat down to meals, with dessert later of course.  Nutritionally they did not suffer.  Treats-wise they did not lack.  Just how I did things.  Moderation is the key.  Banning something just makes it more appealing.

    The “trail mix” incident is just one more example of how I sometimes fail in my endeavours.  But in the long run it turned out alright.  Everyone enjoyed it (even Max apparently) and no one was harmed in the process (we hope Max wasn’t harmed, he’s not very big, although he is quite round).  But you should all know, it’s running low now, so if you still want some you probably need to get here quickly.  Or maybe I’ll make another batch.  After Sunday, when the pink M & M’s go on sale for half price.

 

Must reads.

I have been in SuperMom mode lately, what with inheriting my bonus kid, visiting my far-away kid, delivering donuts and medicines to the oldest kid, lecturing mostly all the kids, and just plain having it made clear to me that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t do such a hideous job in this position.  So here’s what I want ALL of my kids to be reading and paying attention to (any one else out there reading, consider your self an honorary kid of mine) – Dan Savage posts these “slogs” on his “Stranger” website.  About once or twice a week he has a category called “Youth Pastor Watch” – it is NOT to be missed.

Unimaginable perks and bonuses.

I apologize ahead of time if this bores you, but I have to comment on how great my kids are.  I shall attempt to be brief and concise.

Boy-child boarded a north-bound train and landed on his sister’s doorstep.  They were almost immediately pulled over by the Bellingham Boys in Blue.  Of course the cop in the passenger seat was armed.  Which is apparently the best way for his sibling to get out of a speeding ticket.  Let the festivities begin.

I watched the Baby tear in to her big sister in way that has, heretofor, never been seen in these parts. It was quite the display.  Well!  We certainly all learned something from THAT little episode didn’t we?

All in all, they are the most amazingly responsible, dependable, reliable, faithful, and brilliant people I know.  It shocks me daily that others give ME credit for any of their wonderfulness.  I’d like to say I had something to do with it, but really their dad and I just did what we could with what we had.  Literally running on instincts and intuition.  The end result is way cool though, if I may say so myself-elf.