Extended hiatus

... to be continued after June 17, 2016.

(my current day job ends forever on that day and my time will be my own - let the countdown begin :)))

My Ace of Cups

A wonderful painting. The artist, my late ex-mother-in-law, gifted me several of her creations just before she passed.  They are treasures to me, and at the time, didn't realize just how significant.

This particular painting represents my new beginning with all the excitement and the challenges.  My new found courage and inspiration.

Imagine the possibilities as I continue on my journey getting in touch with who I am deep within, where I fit, how I connect with others and others to me.  

Endless.

Transitions

The second absolutely beautiful painting by my generous friend, SM, arrived not long ago.  I keep looking at it thinking how it was painted just for me and how perfect it is.

The Queen of Pentacles comes to my mind right away.  Then I realize that is me sitting there.  A calm, content and pleased me.  Taking a moment to contemplate, to enjoy my new life.

Ten months later, this new life is a challenge but wonderful all at the same time. Moving from a city to a town with 5,000 people is an adjustment.  In the painting there is a city in the background.  Well I see it as a city ... since I haven't quite left the city behind.  Work is still there, driving an hour there and an hour back every day is still my reality.  For the next 17 months.

The big city offer much. My new surroundings are worth all the sacrifices. The quiet, the friendliness of the townfolk and the beauty all make up for the inconveniences of not having the best internet service, having only one small expensive grocery store and no department store.  Planning is needed.

A year ago this new life of mine was a fantasy.  Unreachable it seemed.  Then one phone call changed everything and this transition from my old life to this new life began.  So many changes. Ongoing, challenging but the right path.  There is no doubt.

Oh the possibilities.

Burdens lifed

A far away fiend, who paints, told me she was going to toss her collection thinking they weren't very good anyway.  Oh my gosh, I said.  Don't do that. I'll take them.  She agreed and is sending me one painting at a time, whenever the urge strikes her.  I have not seen them so each will be a surprise.

The first painting arrived a few weeks ago.

Upon opening, I was amazed at the colours used and what a perfect fit for my bedroom wall in my new home.  Once my painting job is complete, this is where her painting will live.

Second thought ... Six of Swords ... with the perspective of the arrival rather than the leaving.  I've already gone through the process of figuring out new solutions and perspectives.  I've created a new cycle allowing old difficulties to be resolved or put behind me.  Burdens lifted as a new life begins.

Thank you SM - your painting is perfect.  Can't wait for the next one to arrive.

Smiles :)))))

(SM knows nothing of tarot)

Joy!!

Unfortunately not much time for tarot these tax season work days. Sad yes.  And since my relocation last November, the commute to work is two hours a day spent in a car.  The positive is I get to spend these two hours with my son.  We work only ten minutes from each other so everything has worked out.  It is joy to spend these two hours five days a week with him.

We used to leave in the dark, come home in the dark.  Then when the weather was right, amazing sunsets.  The last two weeks, we get to see the sun rise.  What a sight.  Pure joy.  Going home, the sun is higher and not quite ready to set.  But the occasional great picture shows itself.  As we drive along I can't stop myself from snapping picture after picture.  Even on the worst days when it is stormy and windy, nature is truly amazing.  A little dangerous at times for sure.  The winter stormy part of the commute isn't exactly joyful and it has been a bad winter.

My goal: Keep finding joy in the simple things.  They are everywhere. This was last Thursday on the way home a little later than usual.  Sun right in our eyes.

My card of the day today: Understanding (Page of Water) from the Osho Zen Tarot.  Perfect.

'Til next time

Note to Self

Just not enough hours in the day.  A common complaint I suppose.  Definitely true in my life.

Note to self: next life do not work in accounting.  There is no life between January and May and there is way too much stress and pressure.  Enough said.

A day off ... yay!!  Am doing my best to fit in a tarot session.  My to do list is long but decided allowing myself some "me" time would not only benefit me but all the other people involved in my life.

Am ready to begin and have some fun.

Wildwood here I come ....

PS - Is there anyone who has a knitting or crochet pattern(s) for tarot bags you are willing to share.  My next project once May arrives.

Welcome to 2015

A new year begins. For me it represents the beginning of a new beginning. A new home, a new town, new situations, new routines. Except for having the same job (a lovely 50 minute commute each way), everything has changed.  All very quickly, rather unexpectedly and all within three months.  So here I am.

In those months, with my normal routines disrupted, I did not touch a tarot deck or look at a birth chart.  As I settle into my new home discovering what my new "normal" will be, I find my hands longing to shuffle a deck. To just sit and close my eyes for a meditation.  It has been way too long.

Finally, yesterday I sat, closed my eyes and left my physical body for awhile. What a pleasure. What a difference it makes.

Today, I found a tarot deck, shuffled and drew a card.  Left it face down. Wanted to feel it, touch it and enjoy it.  Wrote some thoughts in my journal before seeing the card.  

When ready I turned it over to find the Magician.  Begin at the beginning, at the root. All the knowledge and tools are within my realm of possibility. What a lovely first card to get after all this time.  (I am unable to add a photo until my system is totally up and running.)

Could not resist doing the numerology of my new town, my address and my post office box. 

The town letters add up to a 9 - for me a meaning of the 9 is the seeds of a new beginning.  That fits.

My street address adds up to a 5.  5 is my soul number.

My post office box number adds up to 5 - I had to smile when I realized this. Totally random as the computer chose once the lady put my info in.

Seems meant to be.

Sometimes life amazes me.  The challenges and the good times.  They all fit together in an odd and beautiful way.  It is for me to work on figuring it all out.  Along the way, I have fully realized I need to be my own best friend, I need to be okay on my own and to create my own reality.  If all of this happens, it opens the door for healthier relationships outside myself.

I have missed keeping up to date with those blogs I used to read every day. I miss your words. I miss your perspective and how it helps me think and grow. I miss writing my own blog.

Once back to work next week a new tax season begins. As always in a short time, life will be consumed with work until the end of April.  I always say I won't let it but it happens.  Just the nature of the business.  So, with that in mind, I am telling myself it is okay to write a blog once a week. Exercise twice a week, meditate for a shorter time.  It is all okay.

Life is interesting ... 

Happy 2015!!!!