Dawn and DNA: New beginnings in November

Dearest Odyssians,

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Earth Magic Oracle Tarot by – Steven D. Farmer – See below for your very own card readings :)

‘Tis time for a fresh start!!

We love this tarot card. It says the light of our universe is always dawning, we just need the occasional (gentle) nudge that reminds us to relax and let it in. Each day is a new chance to tidy up the cozy, yet cluttered, space in our earthly minds and make way for more blessings from above – to  absorb all of God’s glorious sunshine.

A reminder like this is especially needed now that the days are getting shorter (for us northern hemisphere folk) and growing colder with winter’s eminent arrival. Brrrrr….. I’m already wearing winter boots, hats, scarves, and onesie jumpsuits over my usual layers, and I’m not even outside. Soon the gloves and balaclavas are coming out of storage and I’ll be praying for the balmy 20 degree F. day like the one we’ve had today.

It’s clear I’m not a winter person. Odie isn’t either. With nary a hair to keep his torpedo-shaped body warm – he too will have to don the winter gear he so hates to wear. Note to everyone: hairless cats like to be naked, at all times. He doesn’t know it yet, and I’m not about to tell him, but in prep for a much colder December I’ve run to the pet store and gotten him a super fuzzy camo hoodie that will look great on him. I’ll do the big reveal when it dips below 15F outside. The final month of 2015 will bring those Temps sooner than later.

Still, I’m more than glad November’s passing fast and December is rumbling our way like an unstoppable freight train carrying ice storms and frostbite with it. About a week ago my November took a swift nose dive to the dark side. Between family (arguing), work (starting it again), and the dreaded agent letters I need to sell my book (not being up to my standards of perfection), things weren’t falling into place like they usually do. I felt miserable. Thankfully, I’m starting to feel like the darkness of this month lifting. I’m happy to be back at work. I’ve resolved the issues on my homefront. I’ve found the courage to work on agent letter revisions.  Even better? November isn’t over yet. This month could close out with a positive check mark next to it after all. A girl can dream.

I confess, holidays always prove to be a time of deep contemplation mixed with whys, what ifs and could haves for me. No other time of year burdens me with such introspective hardships. Let it be known,  I didn’t grow up with the Mansons or that Texan Chainsaw Leatherface bunch, but I still feel my folks and I could get along a hell of a lot better. Wouldn’t it be nice if the group of us could grab hot cocoas with extra whipped cream on top, and snuggle in around the roaring fire to twitter away our hours in deep conversations about how much we love and have missed each other?

Yep.  It would.

But it isn’t going to happen. And I’m the only one who isn’t  lactose-intolerant.

I used to wish it and dream it were true, and then cry about it not being true. Why can’t we all get along splendidly? But…. (I hope) I’ve finally gotten to the age where I’ve resigned myself to be who I am (which my parents don’t always think is quote/unquote ‘awesome’) and I am resigned to love and fully accept my parents for who they are – lovely, interesting/weird, and flawed…. aka, human – just like me.

Acceptance for family can feel like a grand defeat at first, especially in our family. We’re a group that loves to argue while famously choosing our battles wisely – because we like to win them. All of them. It’s made for some ‘heated’ breakfast/lunch/dinner conversations.

Figuring out that family can’t be reasoned with (or changed through discussion and arguing) seemed like a losing prospect until I was able to wrap my mind around the pros and cons of reality.

“It is what it is.” – Life.

Now I’m resigned to drinking cocoa by myself and having Odie tell me how amazing a mom I am. And that’s good enough. My job is to be respectful and safely distant from my folks, while watching those who created me in a passionate evening before a fireplace more than thirty years ago tend to their own wants and needs in old age – no bearskin rugs, no cocoa with whipped cream, no wasting away the hours in loving, sweet nothings about how great we are together as a clan. Also, there aren’t any chainsaws, shotguns or severed heads rolling about the dinner table. I can smile about that.

We aren’t a family in perfect alignment, but we aren’t the Lannisters from G.O.T. either.

That means we’ve never sat down to wrestle ourselves into a cohesive unit, hungry for world dominance, that will take over the rest of empire one generation at a time. I was never gifted the family business or given talks about how to make the most of stock options and my inheritance to preserve our name and dynasty. It also means I’ve never been asked to enter a treaty with an enemy against my will, or go to war with my neighbors over a land grab disguised as some ancient blood feud. Actually I’ve never been asked to do anything against my will for that matter. My folks have let me be and continue to let me be. Now I am learning to do the same for them.

“It is what it isn’t.” – Life, plus experience.

That, in and of itself, is a revelation as bright as any morning sunshine, winter or summer.

Hugs,

♡ o and om

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EARTH ORACLE MAGIC TAROT READINGS

*** This amazing tarot deck is by Steven D. Farmer. To get your own card readings click the links below.

ONE CARD READING:  http://www.earthmagic.net/earth-magic-oracle-card-single-card-reading

THREE CARD READING: http://www.earthmagic.net/3-card-animal-oracle-cards/

Steven Farmer also other decks and readings that may be of interest: http://www.earthmagic.net/free-oracle-card-reading/

Here is his site:  http://www.earthmagic.net

POST UPDATE:

This is the amazing single card reading I pulled directly after posting this blog:

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And it’s meaning:

 

DNA – Karma

While the DNA that you inherited from your biological parents has a physical component, it also has a soul pattern that came together in the creation of “you.” You are predisposed to follow the karmic dictates of this patterning to some extent, yet as you evolve in your consciousness, you can make choices that shift and modify this ancestral design This is one of those times. You can feel the tug of your soul that is both ancient and karmic, yet you also recognize the persistent and loving communication from your Higher Self that contradicts the more familiar solutions before you. The choice is up to you.

– Stephen D. Farmer

How’s that for spot on!!

amazing nature landscapes: the sands of time

dearest odyssians,

the sands of time wash over us all.  to see the beauty of this process is to accept life to its fullest.

on another note: our beautiful magic tarot reading art is back in full effect. we are feeling blessed and “tapped in”. no better feeling than to be able to help our fellow earth dwellers find where currently reside  in this grand, mystical and mystifying universe. i often describe having your tarot read like tapping into the cosmos; dipping your finger into the river of time and examining the ripples left by its placement. also, examining to drop upon your freshly dipped finger tip for vital signs.

the next day the river has changed. the ripples we create are also different, as is our examination following the process. life is mutable. our futures are never set in stone. as keats knew. i love taht the tarot accounts for this fluidity.

we are hoping the gods and spirits continue to bless us in our readings.

hugs,

o and om

 

who’s pulling the cards and the cart? (not me. and why we wish it was odie.)

dearest odyssians.

lost at dark sea

there are a few cards in the deck (tarot) that express the querents need to take the reigns; ‘the chariot’ card, as an example. the chariot card asks us to literally “put your damn hands up and steer the motherfu**ing wheel in order to reap the best possible scenarios for the future.

ive pulled the chariot card from the deck. i had a 1/78 chance to do so.unless you believe, like i do, that the cards we pick are a perfection of destiny’s message from beyond. so fate picked my card. i understand what the card asks of me. but my proverbial buggy wheels are rust and crumbling compliments of the a lifetime of inaction coupled with the unforgiving ravages of passed time. they will not turn.

the cards may be asking me to take my wheel. break this inaction. yet every choice we have made lately makes us feel as if we have stepped further and further back from the yoke. odie waits for me at home all day. while im gone i feel im watching the movie of my life as series of wholly uninteresting and disassociated pictures-a slow motion slide show we dislike viewing. a poor script indeed.

worse yet, we dont know why we feel this way. yet the feeling is true. this feeling grabs both of us.

odie wonders why im  missing/working and not home. i wonder why im working and not home. when i was home i wondered why i wasnt working. then i wondered why work at all? then i wondered why not work all the time. then i wondered what the hell was wrong with me. for only an anxious fool blinded by a hate for all things conformity would ask such questions of himself. yet i didnt stop there. next i asked why ask about asking at all. why ask why. why not ask why ask why not. a carousel of self indulgent questioning was about the only thing turning in our lives.

the real problem; any work other than the screenplay leaves us distraught. yet we hesistate. and delay. then when we do get around to the task of writing our muse has left the building replaced by performance and perfection anxiety. our latest contributions have been streams of consciousness far outside the realms of traditional dialogue.  weve had no joy in writing any of it. we cant sell it either. nor show it around.

we dont know why all of these jumbled feelings of failure and more failure have sewn us tight. but we want to know. perhaps this ‘knowing’ would scuttle the dilemma we face now.

i digress from my miseries. let me continue.

weve sat in a corner while others painted us in. thats far worse than painting yourself in. at least in the later, you f**cked your own game plan. i am no way absolving myself of responsibility about where i now sit.

at this moment we are overwhelmed by a deep sadness. utterly depressing sadness.

weve always wanted to be drivers of our ship. not waiting for someone elses. not a passenger. but a captain and commander. not a sitter in the only unpainted corner. but thats precisely where we are.

we fear our lives will be a series of “how come she never…” “so much ______ yet she never ______ with it’.

these quotes evoke a paralyzing inner fear. when youre this far gone down the rabbit hole of counter society the thought of climbing out and the work it will take to do so is dauntingly paralyzing. and thats just the work to get to the surface. imagine the work needed to succeed among the herd?

perhaps we were never cut out for the herded life? we know we werent. but even those with minimal _____ were able to eek out a living amongst the living. what does this then say about one blessed in so many ways by the gods, yet squanderer?

the final stab wound>the cuteness of youth and the endless possibilities of youth have left us.

ahh sweet bird of youth youve flown my coop.

a poem then?

“Sweet bird of youth youve flown my coop.

never to return.

admired more enviously with every day

perched upon the brow of another.

Leaving bitter a purgatory of mid aged shell

Not yet young, to wallow in folly of youth.

Not yet old, to see this folly and its gaze back fool

are one and the same.”

the rocking chairs and the canes of  unaccomplishment surround us. ultimate fear jeers at us.

we are frozen. frightened. pitiful.

wheres odie with a translator collar when you need him? what would he say to al of this. what would he say about my long absences that leave him crying and lonely. if only he and i could understand each other more. i would explain why i am gone and return sad. i would remind him of my undying love for him and how strong it is though it comes from a person of perpetual inaction.

goodnite dear friends.please dont let the same ghosts haunt you as they haunt me.

let us pray.