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 |   My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you?    How to Read the Tarot Begin by brewing a cup of tea, a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile, this is after all, your future. A reading at the dark of the moon is best, before the night creatures crawl and bad humours fill the air. Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif, and no reversals. Hold a question in your heart, shuffle the cards and place them on the table. Choose only two. Like the ancient Israelites, these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm, black and white, yes or no. Isn't that all you were asking?  |
| My family, friends and I have all survived Hurricane Ian. No damage to our home. My son's business has had damage, my ex-husband without power still, but grateful we are all alive and well. That being said, internally I am sensing that everything has changed. I don't feel like everything is over and it surely isn't over for Fort Myers Beach and Sanibel Island. The devastation is real, the heartache is real. In a blast of good news, however, our McNasty neighbors have moved. I will be happy if we never see them again. I learned that the bald cypress knees that appear after a storm are now believed to help the trees anchor during storm and not necessarily to provide oxygen to their roots. I want to align myself with those cypress knees. Many of the trees still standing have leaves that have turned brown, typical for cypress needles. Not so for the others, I am guessing they have been "burned" by the fierce winds and moisture sucked out. I imagine they will recover. Not certain SW Florida will recover. My life is back to "normal"--we have power, I am working, stores are open, but things feel "off" to me. Perhaps time will help. Oracle of the Essences--Black Pepper Wetland We have no mountains rising to the sun the eye arcs north and south across a river of grass, the palm trees and mangroves sluicing the sky as we drive the Tamiami Trail. Over and over, the children ride the dragon coaster at the Everglades fair unknowing that beneath them rides the vouivre , a coiled serpent of telluric currents full of the earth's energy. Our watery world floats on shell mounds left by the Calusa centuries before and one perfect storm might erase us, too. The wet center is endless and may not hold. Destructive Patterns--willingness to change, be honest with yourself and others I wrote Wetland in 2010--but particularly significant to me after Hurricane Ian. |
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