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Shared Brightening.

             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.

dog collars

Please help.
Anyone? Please?!

             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.

oracle cards

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.

dog collars

I have given up all hope.”

             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.)

Today’s Deck:

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!

Unconventional Foundation of Establishment

  Yesterday when Dan and my parents went North to J.D.’s graduation, I had set out my little camera on the kitchen table with a Post It note, so there would be photos to share.  My plan worked perfectly, we DID have pictures yesterday.  Although, in the ridiculous marriage I inhabit, this was the first shot I saw, upon its return.  

 

    I’m actually having some difficulty concentrating on tonight’s post, and here’s why, no it’s not just that shirt.        He’s texting with Fictional Friend Whitney, and watching a ball game with his dad.  I don’t multi-task well (at all) and they keep talking.

   Where was I?  Oh right, so you know I am (eventually) going to write up the story of me, or I Was Born A Lower-Middle Class Beige Child.  I’m thinking there should be something about “I laughed, I cried, I cheered” on the cover too.  There will be teary parts, I did lose my baby sister to cancer (hey, make sure you’ve read Han’s post about this) but there will be happy parts too.  Like how I have three amazing Sisters-By-Marriage.  Dan’s sisters have been a loving part of my existence since the minute the entire family welcomed me into their lives.

   My brother’s wife, well the Sainted Teresa has been with us since they started dating in the 8th grade.  This girl would put Wonder Woman to shame.  She constantly has like 19 jobs at a time, her own kids at home plus bonus and fosters on hand, she’s like an orphan magnet.  And it’s because she is amazing.  She is smart and gorgeous and hysterically down to earth.  Last night I sent her a quick e-mail, just to up-date her on the impending festivities, fully expecting them to have plans or to be working or any number of other very important engagements (they really are that busy), and to let her know it wasn’t a big deal if they couldn’t come by.  This is what I got in return, “…we are all coming to the shindig…. I read your blog every morning like it’s the news… you drove your car to our house that day it caught fire and we witnessed the burned seat.”   I laughed so hard when I read this.  It never dawns on me that so many of you are checking in and remembering some of these adventures along with me.

   I just wanted to say, Barb, Mick, and T… I adore all three of you more than you know.  And thanks for being here, and for putting up with me for all these years.  If any of our JulieLanders ever wonder about my stories, or tales of the absurd, you can verify my validity.  I truthfully am like this in real life!  And my beloved Sisters-In-Law can say “yep, she is.”

 

When I was warming up the little squirrels that live inside my desk top dinosaur of a computer today I noticed that the It Gets Better project of Dan Savage’s had made the opening page of WordPress announcements.  Again, very good news, the more press this gets the happier I’ll be.

I don’t know if you all can check the tweets these days, there’s a new feature that makes my Stitchin’ Witch photo move, and give some kind of background/bio thing.  This will also be fixed when we do our update next week.  Not sure how it will affect your subscriptions, if you have clicked on that option down at the bottom.  (If not, don’t miss a single day of my worldly wisdom.  [LOL, or talking out my ass, whatever.]  Be sure to put a check mark in the box and you get these sent automatically.  At least, that’ s how it’s supposed to work, let me know if it doesn’t.)

    We have come to my working deck once more in our travels around the card altar.   This one is not a favorite of mine, for many reasons, all of which will be blatantly clear when he see and read about it.     

The Hierophant 

   This is the 5th card in the journey of the major arcana, and it deals with structure, tradition, and ritual.   It has to do with learning things within the confines of society and being able to adapt to changes (ah ha ha, like I can do this without effort).  The warning is that we need to not get caught up in the way things are, but allow ourselves to be flexible.  This can also be a message in regards to timidity, staying in a safe zone because it is easy, the simple path that others expect you to follow, when really the best way to learn is to step out of the those restrictive norms and blaze our own trail, taking all the risks this implies.

   We all learn at our own pace, but we cannot learn at all if we think we already have all the answers.  We won’t have that until it is time for us to go Home, so while we are here, be the student, but be that student with an inquisitive mind open to all possibilities,   then share what you are learning and become the teacher, freely giving as you have been given.

I sent my girl North with a little dresser.

So off she heads, up the freeway, dog in her lap, furniture in her back seat.  She is amazing and brilliant and talented and beautiful.  Hanna Brooks, my hurricane of love.