Threes and Nines

Greenlake was gorgeous this morning.  As usual.  I think I need to start taking my little camera with me.

9 geese along the lake, one of which gifted me with a huge wing or tail feather.

3 swallows flitting between a grove of 8 maples and a lone maple in lovely infinity swoops, back and forth, back and forth

3 paper birch in a little grove of their own, a fallen branch has come home to be a new slender and simple wand.

The first call of the geese on their way south…

Ah, August.  J’adore…

Woke up from my nap, which was hard to get as the phone wouldn’t stop ringing.  The dream had me literally herding cats. Three of them. It was a hot day inside.  I could tell some weren’t supposed to be in my house but couldn’t tell which ones were mine and which ones weren’t and which one threw up under the ironing board…  Yeesh  Herding cats. What next.

That Canadian Trip

I got a call last night from the organizers of the Gathering I decided not to go to.  There was a huge landslide onto the only road in and out of the canyon where the park is.  The event has been cancelled.  Full refunds all around.  Which was happeningfor me anyway but it appears that it just wasn’t meant to be.  Why does that make me feel better?

Spa Day

I have been waiting for today.  There is a lovely, women only, Korean Spa close to my house.  Olympus Spa.  Not only is it gorgeous but it is totally reasonably priced.  And very little of that we’re so cool and hip and skinny shit.  This is where real women go to be pampered.  $35 gives a full day of their pools, saunas, and heated salt and mud rooms. 

Today is special.  Today I get the full body scrub, a manicure, and a facial.  The price of which includes the pools, mugwort bathes, etc…

I’m going to take this opportunity to visualize all the cares of last year washing away, along with the top layer of skin because those ladies take it all and swirl it down the drain.  No room for modesty, if it can be scrubbed, it’s gonna be scrubbed.  All the pain, angst, frustration, and anger are going to be banished with the soap.  As they moisturize all the joys, love, and contentment will be rubbed in and manifest my future days.

I’ve eaten almost no meat this week.  I’ve switched my diet, almost effortlessly, to a no mammals diet.  But I seem not to be craving even the chicken and seafood I allow myself.  Hummus and beans have been the protein of my diet, lots of veggies and fruit.  But it’s weird I simply haven’t wanted to eat much at all.  A friend who saw me on the 4th asked if I’d lost weight when she say me at a meeting yesterday.  I guess I probably have.  Which is good because I want to lose about 30 pounds. The amazing thing is I’m not really trying.  I’ve begun my stretching regime but my knees aren’t  quite ready for the long walk so I ready myself.  And again, the old year is passing away.

I leave in a few minutes.  I’ll come home a wet noodle. I will also be refreshed, rejuvenated.  A clean and open new vessel waiting to be filled with what I choose to manifest next.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Why are we here?

I believe that I am here to live as fully a human life as I possibly can. To love, to hate, to cry, to laugh, to rejoice, to find rapture, to feel pain, to jump into the lake and feel it all from my head to my toes. I’m not afraid of love and I’m not afraid of loss. I’m totally willing to risk it all for the greater possibilities. And nothing is ever a mistake. So what if I get a bit of heartache. I’d rather have loved than lost than never had loved at all.  It ain’t as trite as one might suppose. I am certainly not here to live in fear. That might be why you’re here but I’m simply not interested.  It doesn’t mean I don’t find myself afraid, but I don’t live there.  That is not where I pitch my tent.

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This week in Cancer

I really do feel that you’re here with me as I create these horoscopes. In a sense, you’re my assistant. Our telepathic connection is utterly palpable and practical. The hopes and questions you project my way stream into my higher mind, coloring my psychic environment and enriching my desire to give you exactly what you need. Now, in accordance with the astrological omens, I’m asking you to give our collaboration more conscious intention. It’s time for you to be aggressive about seeking help and inspiration — not just from me, but from everyone. Try this for starters: Once a day for five minutes, visualize that you and I are sitting face-to-face and discussing the issues that feed your longing to be brave and free and authentic and smart and loving and creative.

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can do that.

I had hoped that I would feel fantastic today but I don’t at the moment. The second day of my moon time typically brings a massive headache and today, since it is 10 days early (gotta love perimenopause), it’s a doozy. Luckily I don’t have much to do.

Signature from my bank and the fax has been sent to benefits for my savings stuff. One last meeting  with God’s Rottweiler, who loved hearing what BK said to TVI.  OMG. Said he told me that there was much deep doo.

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