Today we’re going to begin with a bit of bloggy housekeeping. I had an issue earlier with my SPAM folder. Judy, you were in there, and now I can’t find you. I have no idea what happened, but it was beyond my control. So, when a comment gets lost here, it gets lost permanently. My apologies.
Next, some neighborhood news. Yesterday we saw a tree that fell on a house. Apparently the center was just rotted out, and half of it collapsed onto someone’s roof. Kind of unusual when the weather is this dry and calm.
We’ve also noticed some park maintenance going on as well. Our best guess is that they are finally doing something about the flooded sidewalk situation.
I made a point of going past here today when I took some movies back. (Yes, I DO still visit the video store, and I’m NOT the only one. It was nicely busy.)
My hope is that this (whatever the hell THIS is) will alleviate the problem, but if it doesn’t, I have a back fender now, so I’m safe from the overflows.
Our potted garden experiment has come to an end this year. Unless I can get some fall crops going. (Which I would LOVE to do.)
That is my wee cellular device on the left, used for perspective, as usual. What’s not as visible, although I was thinking that it might be, is that it has some new embellishments. I just found a bunch of great stickers in a drawer. So I re-decorated my phone, with some suns, moons, and stars. (See? Never throw anything away!)
On our card altar today we have one that really struck a chord with me. No doubt it will be pretty damn meaningful for all of you as well. It seems to have that kind of power tonight.
“Boar ~ Torc ~ The Warrior Spirit, Leadership, Direction
The card shows a boar in the forest. In the foreground lies a bronze carnyx, with its mouth in the form of a boar’s head. Such a battle-trumpet has been found in Grampian, Scotland. By the path, and also from Scotland, is the Boar Stone, beside which all Pictish kings took their oaths. To one side we also see the discarded bronze helmet of a warrior, complete with boar crest – as found in Powys, Wales. In the foreground grow mugwort, dandelion, and wild asparagus.
Torc can open you to the warrior spirit, helping you to find your direction in life. A wild and powerful animal, he calls you into the forest to discover a secret about yourself and about the world. The ritual boar-paths that exist in Wales, Cornwall, Ireland, and Scotland exist in the Inner World too, and if you follow them you will come face to face with an animal embodying the wild and untamed power that lives with each of us.
Stare closely at him and you will discover he is a representative of the Goddess – his skin can heal you, he can inspire you to write music and poetry, his primal power can make you leader or chief. See if you can use your wildness and your energy for genuine acts of heroism in the world that longs for insight and healing.”
This message is so amazing, especially for me right now. I’ve been dealing with another past life phenomenon lately, and while I was reading the parts about leaders and warriors I got chills as I recalled* battles from eons ago.
*Yes, I can see and smell and hear rememberings, like a movie playing in my head. Smell, though, is my biggest trigger. And it’s what has been making itself known the most with this one. (And we now know, thanks to Kewl Kate, that I can even do this for you, using the Tarot as a jumping-off point.)
It’s no secret that parents and children can have massively strong bonds*. Mine and I are no different. The other night J.D. and I were having a text conversation when he suggested maybe pulling some cards would help with my dilemma, and perhaps also shed a bit of light on some things he was going through too. Earlier I had seen an on-line article about the varying ways the same reading can be interpreted.
*My belief is that much of the strength in these connections is due to spending many lives together.
The way this layered message fell out in front of us was like the perfect example of that piece I’d JUST come across. We selected cards as the numbers popped into his head (something we’d never done before) counting them and flipping them. A story was told. One from a lifetime we’d shared, but been on opposite sides of, the same spread also gave some fantastic insight and validation to where he was sitting at that moment.
As my foot slowly healed (yep, that was part of it) and I acknowledged those lessons* from so far back, the odors that were assaulting me each night diminished as well. It’s very satisfying when these answers finally show up. My hope is that these experiences can help others. Sure, my kids and their father are top of that list, but I want to be in a position of assistance for anyone how might need it. Boar appeared just in time!
*He was on the side of Rome, I was not. (Shocking, I know.) My fate was wrapped up in my people, those of the land, the Pict and the Fair alike. In this life, I have always HATED shit that had to do with old Roman history, conversely (and now we know why), Jade has always been intrigued by, and in favor of it.
The Druid Animal Oracle – Working With The Sacred Animals Of The Druid Tradition by Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm illustrated by Bill Worthington
Foreign Plates Seen From The Bike:
Arizona and Wisconsin (and WAY more Washington/California than we could count on campus yesterday, the students are back, no question).
the current affirmation from Louise was SO perfect,
“today I claim my power“
(although it may have changed by the time you get there, my days are not the same as everyone else’s, if so, just click on YESTERDAY instead).