Phone rings: Do you do the tarot cards?
Sylvie: Yes I do
Her: Do you do anything else?
Sylvie: Yes. Runes, Palmistry, that sort of thing. *this segues into my usual intro…*
Her: So you’re not psychic…?
Sylvie: I’m empathic and intuitive, but where people want a psychic I refer on, cos that’s not my area.
Her: Cos I don’t do cards.
Her: Cos you could go to one reader and they’d turn over one set of cards, then go to another, and they’d turn over something else… Do you know what I mean?
Her: So do you have anyone else I should contact?
Sylvie: I suggest you phone a psychic.
This human actually phoned me to dis my profession, and my practise, in preference for finding someone who wouldn’t just tell her anything that comes into their fuzzy little heads.
Cheers for humans interrupting me on holiday to speculate on my legitimacy.
The business is called Tarot@Dunedin!
Maybe a psychic could find a clue in that name for you?
Just a wee bit crappy. Maybe a wee bit sicky. Certainly tired.
Just crappy enough to know that seeing a Suzuki Swift just irritates me. Nothing wrong with the car, but the people who choose to buy them seem to be the same people who just need a kick up the backside in general.
Temper is also short with the non-compliant minions…
It’s been a long season. Courts, and death, and funeral… and some of the women I treasure the most have been through hell, just this season.
I am exhausted, but attempting to restart my life in small ways now.
Physically, I’m attending to my Green Prescription, and quite shocked at how unfit I’ve become so quickly now I’m older. Mainly joints and ligaments… anything that stretches or clicks, and probably shouldn’t.
Energetically, I’m sleeping. A lot. I figure I should trust my body.
Emotionally, I’m shifting away from some of the causes I pursue, because they bring me low. Even on my wee political page, I’ve always tried to post not only about the problems, but also about potential and practical solutions. But Cecil nearly finished me. I gotta recharge.
Environmentally, I’m just concentrating on home and hearth. Still decluttering while I struggle to maintain Flylady cleaning in the face of daily (and unreasonable) opposition.
Politically, I’m looking further into Socialism, as the New Zealand movement seems as deeply environmentally focused as it is socially. Their main focus seems to be combating injustice on all levels. And that suits me just fine.
Creatively, I’m hoping that my tiny bit of blogging, maintenance of my pages, and my wee tarot business are taking care of that. I know I need to be writing and even drawing more. But hell, I’m finding I just cant do everything.
Academically, I’m still learning about tarot, Jung, and archetypes – and likely will be forever. I read across a wide range of material every day – political, social, and spiritual.
Spiritually, I’m more in contact with the Moon and the seasons than I ever have been. I run my life to that clock. And that keeps me in constant communion with my Gods. Just being of the Earth.
And sexually, I’m being treated just fine! Thanks for asking.
Socially – that’s the big one for an introvert like me – I got out last night for a couple of hours for a meetup with my local Pagan group. It was bloody hard to get out of this house of small wild dependants by 5pm, but do it I did. And I will do so again every month. I love socialising, but need time to recharge after interacting with people. So as a friend I can be problematic. “Come here, I like you. Now go away for a month.” Not everyone’s cup of companionship.
So, there it is. My recovery programme.
I have come to replace the word ‘balance’ with ‘inclusivity’. These areas of my life are never in balance – they can’t possibly be. There are to many of them. But I include a little of each in my schedule – more of some as the Moon waxes, less of some as the Moon wanes. It’s not a balanced diet, because I can’t eat that much. But my intention for living as busy and as well as I do is that, over time, no nutrient is completely left out.