Another Tarot Deck Give Away

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I fell in love with the deck Waking the Wild Spirit by Poppy Palin (don’t hold her last name against her!)  It’s out of print and hard to find in the U.S.  Poppy has a website though where, in Britain, she has some decks still for sale. I was so excited to receive it in the mail!  It was just the deck, no fancy detailed book, just a xeroxed handout with the meanings. One day I was going through my decks for inspiration and discovered that I did indeed have the full set, book and all!  The day I found it on a dusty, high shelf in a local occult shop flooded back to me. I remembered my joy at finding it for the original retail price and tucking it away on a shelf after looking at all the cards (the fate of many of my decks which I love but don’t use in the traditional sense).  Seems then I promptly forgot and went on a driven quest to get my hands on it.

The Cunning Man from Poppy Palin's deck Waking the Wild Spirit

So…. I have an extra deck.  Still sealed in the cellophane wrap. It needs a home, someone who will love it and appreciate its wild spirit.   You can still find the book alone for around $20 used here in the U.S. You can also buy the book from Poppy herself. It’s been updated this year which is always a plus.

My deck is not for sale.  You guessed it, I’m giving it away!

Leave a comment telling me something about your wild spirit and I’ll have a drawing on the equinox, March 21st, for the winner.  Be sure to leave a way for me to contact you!

The New Tutorial is Here!

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I just love the smell of burning wood in the morning. Perhaps it’s my childhood sensory memories of campfires and wood smoke from a hot stove. Perhaps it’s the way the smoke wafts its tendrils up into the air. Perhaps it’s the sparks. Perhaps it’s the final results. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s all of the above…I hope that you find this information helpful and that you step off into a new craft with joy and that it brings you and the recipients of your gifts much pleasure.

The Tutorial is ready!

Moon Drops and Dorks

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and Julie Andrews singing cute songs about kittens.  Not really.

I had the strangest dream last night. I’ve been working on boxes, the tutorial, and busy at work and and and…. Just BUSY. I started taking these homeopathic lozenges at night to help me sleep and man, I sleep really deep AND dream. Moon Drops are the name. They Rock but I should probably not take them every night.  They work almost too well.

Last night I had this weird combo dream.  There was a weird sense of urgency and mystery going on, something to do with astral energy or ghosts or a creature or dragon or mastadon…  something big and looming out in the dark on the other side of the un-curtained glass.  Lights reflecting against the glass, I can’t see out but know they can see in, a very real sense of vulnerability nags at me.

I’m at what feels like a logging or summer camp and in the main lodge.  On tables against the walls are wood boxes of varying shapes and sizes and in a variety of stages of work.  Some are plain and waiting, some are half burned, some half colored, some finished.  There are all these people sitting on benches, all there to see my work, to hear me talk about it (eloquently, no pressure), and make me nervous as a cat on a ledge. The work isn’t done and I’m just not ready. I’m in my sweats because I usually work sitting on the floor, covered with dust and dirt, did I mention the floor is dirt?, and basically am a hot mess. Tres Chic. Tres Confident. Tres Dork.

I have dust up my nose and then what happens? Duff McKagan walks in! Har. And for some reason this thing I’m doing to a box that I never do, use a drill with a 1″ bit, goes bad and I have a hole through the bottom of the box I’m working on. Dork moment. He’s all cool of course and wants to see the boxes (I wish!). I’m walking around while I’m working on this box and trying to pretend I’m a professional and didn’t just destroy his box and talk about my work all at the same time. AND be cute. Fuck.  I wake up.

Only to find that the alarm is set to go in 2 minutes.  *sigh*  I still feel dust in my nostrils.

It’s funny really because:

  • I just finished reading the last book in the Graywalker series so that explains all the weird monsters and sense of creepy going on.
  • I’m working on a tutorial so talking and thinking about my process
  • I’m trying to get a lot of boxes ready for my etsy store
  • I am a fan girl about Duff, I so related to his recent book on his descent into hell and his way out, which of course always speaks to me of my own recovery and also my relationship with the torchbearer and guide out of the underworld, Hekate.  I related strongly also because he is from my town and many of my friends know him, although I do not, I met him once.

It’s no wonder I had that dream.  It was intense. In Tense. In Tents.  I know when I lay my head down tonight I’m going to be right there again, picking up in the moment I awoke, feeling the dream again.

I do that. When my head hits the pillow the dream I was having when I awoke that morning rushes back at me in full color, full sound.  Sometimes this is a good thing. Sometimes it’s weird.  All I can say is man, I’m glad it wasn’t a sex dream…  I think.