Yesterday’s News…Tomorrow’s Tarot…

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Morgan Drake Eckstein was the wrangler for this hop and the theme thrown at us was:

The idea is to take some photos and\/or artwork that someone else has done, and turn it into a Tarot card. Yes, I am assuming that you get junk mail and\/or magazines. If not, there is plenty of random photos on the internet, including stock photo sites. And then, there are the meme making sites.

So… as it turns out… my junk mail is almost down to zero these days. The good news is that mail preference service works… The bad news is… the only thing that lands through my letterbox these days is takeaway flyers and menus and that didn’t provide the ingredients to give me any decent food for inspiration… A swift dip into my email inbox didn’t turn up anything either… I guess the new year spam cull was effective… So as I sat scratching my head, Mr S came home and tossed down the daily newspaper that had been left for dead on his table at work…

I opened it up and hit gold! (and I am a complete Muppet and threw the daily paper away without taking note of where this is… d’oh! ) but what a gift… Pretty much the High Priestess with no skills required… Mmm… would that be too lazy… mmm…

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So I made my way through the rest of the pages and yes, no, maybe… mmm… sheets spread all over the room and narrowed down to a couple of images that caught my eye…

This one…

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Now you see… I liked this one… but I just couldn’t decide… it seemed to be the hybrid offspring spawned by The Lovers on a 3 of Wands honeymoon… mmm…

Then this one…

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Which made me laugh…

The Hanged Man’s Wife…

She laughs away merrily… oh! My silly husband… always hanging out by the pool and being such a martyr about it… hanging by his feet when it’s so much sweeter to hang your feet and let them dangle in the water…

But then I did what many women have done throughout the ages… Looked around at all the possibles strewn across the floor and then picked up the first one that I’d tried on and twirled around… asked… Does my bum look big in this… Then slipped on a few accessories…

Ta da!!!

From daily paper to evening wear…

Tarot Junk Moon

And I would have stopped there but a few days later I did get some junk mail through the door that was too cute to resist… The sign with ‘Find The Gap’ amused me… and so I turned the hedgehog into a Page of Pents student setting off to work his way around the world on his gap year…

Hit the links to open my neighbours’ post…

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In The Shipwreck Of My Mind…

It’s been a strange couple of months… April marked the first anniversary of a venture that I’m collaborating on with a colleague… it’s been an interesting and creative adventure and although pretty far from finished, it has reached a point where we felt it was time to assess what we had done to date… it felt that a necessary pause was called for and that our work should be placed into a temporary hiatus before we added even more to the load… and that is when the dreams began. You see the problem (or maybe the benefit…) of navel gazing is that it soon starts to stir up the subconscious… I found myself afloat in increasingly bizarre dreams, none of which I could hold on to for long enough to see what they were… and whilst not exactly in the doldrums, this certainly has felt to be a strange place in between the worlds and almost a perpetual twilight as messages have tried to blink their way through into the conscious world…

I tried in vain to recall the details and then decided to abandon that and wait and see what came to mind… and then it slowly started to resurface… a little segment of my childhood… a tiny chapter in a yet unfinished story but there it was… or there I was aged 10 and seeing clearly for the first time that I had residing within me the soul of a storyteller…

I’m sat opposite my teacher with a blank face or rather an expression that I now know would probably be described as dumb insolence… she waved a bunch of sheets of lined paper at me that had my pencil scrawls all over them…

Why Karen? Why?What made you do this?

I looked back at her and remained silent… deeply aware that whatever explanation I gave would only serve to further fuel her rage… My mind was putting together links of logic and reasoning and was swirling in a sense of bafflement at the what I considered to be  the ridiculous situation that I now found myself in…

Let’s take a step backwards… the day before, I’d been sat in the classroom at lunchtime, all on my own… I’d been absent in the morning at a dental appointment and this had meant that I had missed the end of year exam on composition so now I had to do it in solitary confinement… I turned over the page and there it was again! NO!!! Not that same sentence! The one that I had seen a week ago as we had to sit in silence and do a mock exam in preparation… There it was again… those words staring at me unblinking…

As I entered the woods…

Those 5 words were given as a  prompt and the rest of the story was for me to fill in… but I didn’t want to do it… why should I do it? I’d already done this a week before and the events that unfurled then had filled me with horror…

So you’re probably wondering what terrible fate had previously befallen me… so gather in close and I’ll whisper in your ear…

I’d written a story… in fact…I’d written a bloody pretty amazing story and therein lied my problem. I hadn’t realised that the teacher would rank the class and put the stories in order, in her words, from the worst to the best… and so she began to reel off names in 30th place was Robert, who squirmed in red-faced shame in his seat… 29, 28, 27… and a roll call of kids shifting uncomfortably… Oh GOD!!! Please let my name come out and let this be over with… 10, 9, 8… please!!! please make this stop!!! 3, 2, and no…oh no… my name had still not been called… this could mean only one thing… First place goes to Karen! Then it got worse… then she read my story, my story that I’d written under exam conditions and that I’d only expected to be seen by her eyes… she read my story out loud to the whole class and with each word I felt as though I died a little…  How dare she put me out on display in such a crass fashion?

I was furious… I was beyond furious and so a week later when those words appeared again…

As I entered the woods…

I felt my tinyness faced against a system that I had no power to control and something subversive stirred within me and I took my chance at a small action of silent rebellion and I put my pencil to paper and wrote the biggest pile of crap you could imagine…

So… Poor old Miss was horrified and bawling me out… What the hell is wrong with you? How can you drop from the top of the class to the bottom in one week? Why didn’t you just write the same story that you wrote before?

Well… I had 101 answers but offered none… I just watched her as the tears welled up in her eyes and she said that she had no other option than to disregard my mock result and enter on record the fail grade that I’d got on exam day…

I remember a faint fleeting thought of what difference does it make to you? and then there was a faint realisation that maybe her teaching would be called into question… so I tried to look suitably ashamed and I waited for the storm to pass…

It occurs to me now, that this was quite a traumatic event and could be described as a bit of a shipwreck moment… I pondered further on that thought and about how there are four kinds of shipwreck and then I tossed my deck overboard to see what would wash up and I moved from navel to naval gazing…

The shipwreck!

Waxing Oracle a-hoy!!

Shipwreck


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FLOTSAM…

This is the wreckage of the ship that stays afloat…

What part of me was not sunk on that day?

Strangely enough… my will to climb to the top… to climb every mountain… to  follow every dream…

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JETSAM…

This is the parts of the ship/cargo that are purposely cast overboard to lighten the load in times of distress and is the things that hopefully will wash up on shore…

What did I jettison that day?

I see a cheeky dragon with its tongue out… I threw my imagination away and my sense of magic and wonder… I threw away my own myths and legends… I cast them out to sea in the hope that they would swim to safety rather than be drowned by the arbitrary markings of a primary school teacher logging exams that really counted for nothing at all…

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LAGAN…

The wreckage that is dropped to the bottom of the ocean and is often marked by a buoy so that it can be reclaimed later…

What did I sink and leave for later use?

The ability to make bridges and connections… to be able to link together in my mind the world as I saw it, my imaginary world and also to see how this links into, extends and reaches into the minds of others…

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DERELICT…

Cargo sunk to the bottom of the ocean with no hope of recovery… also boats that are cast adrift and abandoned…

What did I want to lose that day?

The searing pain in my soul as I felt that some kind of damage/trauma was being inflicted on me… the feeling that I was being pierced and skewered and ripped open and laid bare for all to see…

But let us not finish the story there…let’s leave the classroom with its tables arranged into a horseshoe shape, firmly where it belongs… back in the 1970’s…

Let’s look at my shoreline now and see what has washed up on my beach… what parts of myself did I manage to salvage…

Salvage

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My love of colour whether that be via language or my palette…

 I use my experiences to draw on and to display a full spectrum…

I love to express via art, especially the way in which a picture can convey a thousand words and leave me feeling bathed in colour rather than exposed and vulnerable and naked…

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Oh… the churnings… yearnings… learnings…

The ebbs and flows of tides as feelings, thoughts and emotions come and go…

The way that this can dredge up the mud of the past but also how it can reveal the hidden treasure that lurks within… or the way the waves roll a rough stone up and down a beach to polish it a little more with each motion until all the rough edges are smoothed away and a humble tiny rock can gleam like the most precious of jewels…

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Ahhhhh!!!! My magical water dragon…

Purposely cast loose and told to swim buddy swim!!!

YES!!! He made it safely to shore!

’nuff said 🙂

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What is this I see? Barnacles and Verde de Gris??

My derelict cargo left to sink and disappear without a trace… and somehow it makes its way to the surface to stare me in the face yet again…

Though I feel no need to repair the damage that I felt was done at the time…

Instead, I see that the rust that has formed has given it a new life and beauty and a story all of its own…

But then again… I may just  have a somewhat fanciful imagination…

Maybe I’m all washed up! 😀

What do you see?

All images (c) Karen Sealey ~ The Waxing Oracle

So… Suddenly Everyone is an Expert on Gorillas and Parenting…

I interrupt normal scheduling that’s usually filled with free association rambles and meanderings and I turn my focus to something that has been filling my newsfeed for the last couple of days…

If you haven’t seen this, then I have no idea what planet you’ve been on… I refer to the death of Harambe, the 17-year-old silverback gorilla. No matter which way you look at this, this is undoubtedly a tragic event and it concerns me… it concerns me on very many levels…

It concerns me that suddenly anybody with access to a keypad is a self-appointed expert… whether that be on child rearing or animal behaviour…

It concerns me that suddenly there is finger pointing and waving and ranting… and people arguing over who is to blame… blaming and shaming and stone throwing…

There are very many things that concern me about this and my thoughts and emotions are tied into a Gordian knot that only gets harder to unravel the more that I try…

The only thing I do know for sure is that I am not an expert… neither on Gorillas nor parenting…

I have four children and two step-children and I give thanks at the end of each day that we all survived and made it through alive… and I have a hunch that maybe I’m not the only one who feels like that…

But the biggest thing that concerns me here is something that I’m not seeing being asked…

OK… it may well have been and I may very well have missed it…

But… this is what bothers me the most… This was a very busy and crowded public space and even if those parents were negligent… how many people did that 4-year-old child pass as he climbed into the pit of a wild animal?

Are you seriously telling me that nobody saw him and that nobody tried to stop him?

Because the one other thing that  I do know is, that if I saw a child heading into danger then I would do something!

Whatever happened to the notion that it takes a village to raise a child?

Why are we all so disconnected from each other?

People… what the fuck is wrong with you? You make me want to fucking weep…

Humanity… take these…

 

You need them…

Start looking after life…

ALL LIFE!