Reflections and Harvest Blessings

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Wow, Mabon fast approacheth. This is my favorite time of year. It’s probably because of the school year but September always feels more like new year to me. It is a time of new beginnings, new friends, new pencils. I find myself reflecting. What is my harvest this year. What do I want to release? How have things changed from this time last year? Where am I going? *ow* My nose? Who put that wall there??! Why is it so dark??! MOMMY!

Okay, not really but sort of you know?

Last year at this time, in fact THIS WEEK, I was driving to the river to fill my pockets full of rocks. I had had enough. I simply couldn’t bear the pain of life one more moment. If you recall, I got lost on the way and the rest, well, you can read about it here. This year things have shifted. Thank God/dess. Thank you Mary.

When I started up my business, Harvest Blessings, one of the things I said a lot was “Harvest? Is a VERB.”  Pause while they catch up…

Last year I thought I had nothing left. Yes, I had family. I had my blog. I had my dear and darling Miss Mitty. I still had my car (and still do miracle of miracles). But my heart was shredded, broken, trounced upon, bleeding, and bereft of hope. I hadn’t had work in 18 months, had lost my home, had lost love and friends, my ex-husband had suicided, and well, can you spell RAW? I knew you could.

This year I still am looking for work. Oh my god. How long is this going to go on? BUT. I have love, I have hope, I have a spiritual path that is feeding me again if not in the ways I thought it might, I have the family and the mitty and you. What I really have is a new pair of glasses. I’m seeing things differently than I did last year. My worth is no longer about being able to support myself financially or defined by “what do you do?”

I am loving autumn so far and looking forward to winter and the return of the light. It is a time of reflection and inventory, taking stock.

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Cancer this Week and Living with Addiction

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While growing up, U.S. president Abraham Lincoln lived in Indiana for 14 years. The Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial commemorates his time there. When my friend Janet was seven years old, her second-grade class visited the place. While strolling around outside, she found a Band-Aid on the ground and excitedly assumed it had once graced a booboo on Old Abe himself. She took it home and secretly used it as a talisman. When she rubbed it on her own wounds, it seemed to have magical healing properties. Only later did she realize that Band-Aids weren’t invented until 55 years after Lincoln’s death. No matter. The artifact had done a superb job. I predict you will soon find a comparable placebo, Cancerian.

You know, when I post these horoscopes from Rob Brezsny I rarely know what I’m going to write about. I try and let the words point me.

Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmmm.  This is going to be a long one readers, so get comfortable. It is a windy road too.

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Oh! Oh! Cauldron

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A friend mine does estate sale stuff. And when I came across about 200 postcards from the turn of the 20th century (from the 19th), all in great condition, none of them used, from my grandmother’s place of birth, Barbados Jamaica, I called HIM. Turns out he is way into postcards. The man is a font of knowledge as well as one of my all time favorite humans. He asked me to hold them and I did. He came by this afternoon and after looking at them all, offered me $50 and the 18th century cauldron of my choice. He has two, both with three legs and handles. Both with the raised lettering, all the cool cool stuff that you do not get with a modern cauldron. He’s bringing them to the home group meeting Friday night and I can have my pick. *glee*