By the Power of Three…

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Welcome to the latest Tarot blog hop wrangle by Aisling the Bard

We are calling this Hop “Brighid’s Blue Moon”. This festival is a “trifecta”, a combination of three significant events on a single date. February 1st is “Imbolc”, meaning “In the Belly”, the festival dedicated to Brighid of the Three Fires, who brings life back to Land, Sea, and Sky after winter’s doldrums have passed. But on Imbolc Eve, the day before the festival, we will see a Full Moon, which is also a Blue Moon, the second Full Moon in a calendar month. Therefore, we are celebrating a “Solilune”, a combination of a Solar and Lunar Festival, and it’s dedicated to a Deity who Herself is represented in Her Celtic realm by three Elemental locations, Land, Sea, and Sky, and three characteristics of the Inner Flame, Poesy, Smithcraft, and Healing, as well as shedding her beneficent influence on three areas of human life, Body, Mind, and Spirit . This day also represents a Secret Gift of Spirit, the Blue Moon, representing those things that are rare and precious–after all, they only happen “Once in a Blue Moon”. 
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Somewhere around four years ago, a conversation with a colleague turned into the start of a new project, many lengthy conversations sat in fields and notebooks daubed with scribbles and free association ramblings that birthed into images for a potential oracle deck… The project has sat in stasis for the last 18months or so as life for each of us took its twists and turns… a project almost forgotten until a few weeks ago when it started to tug at my sleeve like an attention seeking toddler… so if you’ll indulge me, (and excuse the low res images) then I will use my as yet unnamed work in progress deck to travel through Aisling’s spread, as it is demanding to come back and draw breath in 2018…
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The Foundation for the Year to Come…
Moving from left to right…
The first image is one of the few that got named and is called Blindsight. The image reminded me of retinal scans and the patterns that you see when you scrunch your eyes up tight but also the way that sometimes even with your eyes closed, you can get a feelsense of what surrounds you. I showed this picture to someone recently and they spontaneously told me a story of when they had been driving in the middle of nowhere in the full darkness of night and their headlights failed… One of the passengers was blind and she guided them all back home, never missing a turn… So I guess the body is a miraculous thing and it will take you where you need to go, even if you cannot see the path ahead…
The second image brings to mind the Ace of Swords… here it feels to suggest cold sharp cutting and editing… I think that the benefit of having a project go into stasis (even though it feels woeful at the time) is that it gives an air of detachment so you can cull out the ideas that when fresh felt so precious but with new eyes later down the line well hmmm… that’s gotta die!!! Conversely, some things that felt a bit naff when fresh seem to find a new gravitas…
The third image… well that has very many W.I.P. names, all of which are inappropriate puns around cocks and roosters… but the overall gist of this image is to greet each new dawn with gusto!
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The Construction…
What is the energy of the new path that presents itself?
Oh super! A choppy voyage ahead! But what is life without a challenge? Again, I feel that this is about heading somewhere even if you don’t know what you’re heading into… what’s the quote? Prepare for the worst and hope for the best?
From what will I need protection on this journey?
This card has a working title of ‘Grit… Oyster… Pearl’… oftentimes it’s beneficial to have negative motivators… those things that get under your skin and annoy you into action… Over the last year, I had a lousy time with a ‘piece of grit’ and it lead to a costly mistake… I tolerated a situation that I knew was crap thinking I could learn something from it… I guess I learned that sometimes you have to just walk away… So looking at the previous image… yup a choppy time ahead so I will have enough on my plate without having to deal with other people’s grit tossing… The Ace of Swordish above may help me to nip these things in the bud…
What energies of my own or of spirit will guide and protect me?
When I drew this image it seemed to appear from an unknown place… when I showed it to my colleague, she immediately recognised it as being from her dream from the night before… So energies from spirit… dreams and visions… Energies of my own, now when I look at this, I see a potter’s wheel… and I feel that the message is to centre myself correctly…
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The Surprise!
For this first card, I’m going to dip into my notes and share the poem? prose? that landed whilst I was working on the image…
It matters not what ye call me, I am Mercurial spirit and when I travel I travel beyond the speed of sound and leave your words floating in my wake… I’ve been known by many names by men and Gods alike… I sweep the skies… I catch dreams lost into the ether and bring them back down to ground…Nudged towards their mortal keepers… I keep the flight paths clear for Gods to move unhindered…
The middle image… this is another imaged plucked out of my colleague’s mind, much to her amazement and delight… A surprise? No… not really… more a nod to the universal interconnectedness of all things and that nothing exists in isolation… With respect to completing our project…maybe the realisation that the destination we think we are looking for was already consolidated at the conception…
The final image… I am smiling as in the context of this spread, she does feel to bring Brighid’s blessings… but I’m going to dip back into my notebook…
A bard – moving people with the unseen but heard magical forces of her music…
And on a final note, the words that she then lead me to…

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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Rolling With The Hunches…

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Wishing on a Star

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop hosted by Ania M

Happy Happy Joy Joy! and all that festive stuff! 🙂 

The prompt given was:
Which card(s) best represent or celebrate your past year and which best represent your wishes for the year ahead. You can either select the cards you think fit best, or draw them randomly and see what the Tarot thinks.
The past year has been somewhat of a blur… paradoxically I find myself too quickly in mid-December yet January feels to be many lifetimes ago and so to rest my weary brain and to save myself the effort of trawling through the scribbles in my diary to tease out the edited highlights, I’ll delegate the choice of card to potluck and see what the Tarot thinks I should be celebrating…

 

The Fool ~ Tarot of the Sidhe by Emily Carding

THE FOOL
Ok… so that could be any of very many things. This year has seen me leap into various situations that have challenged my delicate Virgo bowels… though fortunately not to the point where I have literally crapped myself… ok ok yup TMI!
Let me try and regain a little dignity and share with you a recent experience. So… in the last week of November, I found myself on a 5-day residential course with 25 strangers all with the common goal of exploring Spirit through art.
Now there seems to be a popular misconception that I’m a gregarious person… the truth is hmmm… well it’s not that I dislike company it’s maybe more that I don’t enjoy all the social expectations that go along with being in company… you know, things like having to string together a coherent sentence at 8am… or feeling obliged to put your bra on… or rather resisting the urge to whip if off via the armhole of your shirt half way through the day because the damned thing is literally getting on your tits… so… I had spent the two weeks before going, wondering why on earth I would put myself through this communal living that had timetables and lights out at midnight, and days punctuated by cups of tea served at set hours… but it occurred to me that maybe it would be interesting to be somewhere where nobody knows you…
I guess at the time of booking my thoughts were around how my artwork would develop in an immersive environment, removed from the outside world and everyday distractions. As it happened the art kind of went backward to mostly primitive scribbles as the new way of working to pick out messages took a strange hold… (or as my autocorrect tries to insist… a stranglehold…)
When I work with Tarot, it’s fast and fluent and the symbols and metaphors that flood my head are filled with in-jokes and flashbacks of past readings that whizz through my mental roller deck of references to pull the right phrase for each card… Information feels to stream in from various angles around the right-hand side of my head… Faced with exercises that called for a mediumistic approach, the sensations around my head were not so much new but something I’d not really noticed before… the left-hand side of my head stirred to life… a strange outward probing, slowly sweeping and groping into a violet haze… like trying to feel the way through fog… to find the way home blindly on a route well travelled but with now no visible path… a slow, heart thumping test of faith between the inhale and the exhale… trusting that words would come… Images would come in abstract forms and words were strewn and scattered to be gathered and finally linked…
Mid-week, I sit with blank page and pastels and wait and wait until my hand feels the urge to pull colours and make shapes… I watch the lines appear and they take a life of their own but what does it mean? My patience is tested… I resist the urge to scrap the image and start again… and I ask myself – who is this for? I cast my eye around the far end of the room and let my gaze rest upon each person… no…no…no… I feel defeated so I sit and pause and turn to the other end of the room… I see a silver flash of light above a man’s head… the same kind of flash I’ve seen when choosing a crystal to work with so I take the plunge and go introduce myself and say that I think the drawing is for him… I relay the abstract thoughts that I had whilst drawing and he agrees that it does indeed feel to be for him… we talk at length but I won’t divulge that part of the conversation.
I go to leave and he says… hey, just on the off chance, maybe the one I drew is for you, do you want to take a look?
I look and hold back a silent gasp. I see something instantly that is deeply personal and relevant to me but I say nothing and wait to see what he says… he looks a little hesitant then says… well… I’m not sure how to explain this really but it’s a like I’m in space… I’m up there amongst the stars and there’s this big bunch of planets all together… there’s energy flying everywhere and they all talk to one another… but then over here on the opposite side, towards the bottom… there’s Saturn… like some kind of anchor…  and up here… look there’s some kind of symbol that looks like it crowns everything…what do you make of that?
I look to where he points and I see the glyph for Jupiter…
I feel the smile spreading across my face…and I tell him that he’s drawn my chart, which confuses him as he knows nothing of Astrology… I talk him through briefly about my Sagittarius ascendant… my cluster of planets that sit astride the cusp of the 9th and 10th house and how my Saturn lurks all alone across yonder in my 4th house… I ask about all the blue on the right-hand side and he tells me… oh… that was another story… it’s like there is a portal that you travel through, across a stream to open fields to speak to beings on another plane…
He goes on to describe a project that I’ve spent considerable time on but which has been put into stasis for over a year now…
Now all of that is something that I’m still assimilating and digesting… The reason for celebration is the profound sense of peace that came with this…
A few years ago, I paid an Astrologer friend to hand draw my chart… let’s not go into details other than to say that I never got my chart, I lost my money and what used to be a beautiful friendship got fucked beyond repair… Always in the back of my mind was a dim hope that one day this person would do the right thing and one day in the post my chart would arrive… this dim thought was kept alive by numerous card pulls both by myself and others that insisted repeatedly that my chart would indeed arrive…
The stranger who by now had become a new friend gifted me the piece of art and finally that dark whine in some dusty but not quite forgotten corner of my mind… it suddenly and finally fell silent… The cessation of that gnawing pain and sadness for a lost friend laid to rest and THAT is a good a cause for celebration as any…
My card moving forwards… another random pull…
tbh chariot

The Chariot ~ Tarot of the Sidhe by Emily Carding

THE CHARIOT
My wish for next year… to get both sides of my brain working together and bringing all these new ways of working into line and up to speed with my tried and tested workhorse…
I’m not entirely sure where it will go yet but with the Fool as my back seat driver, I’m sure my Chariot will travel to exactly where it needs to take me… Though I’m just having a wry chuckle and seeing the Fool jumped off and the workhorse grew wings… Plus I’m fairly certain that equestrian lady just flung her bra off…
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The Magic of Images

Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop… Joy Vernon threw down the gauntlet with this one!

Ah! Magic and tarot… I’ve always had a kind of haphazard relationship here and to be honest I’m more Jonathan Strange than Mr Norell… I don’t have a problem with structured and studied magic per se… it’s more that I’m basically inept at following rituals… invariably resulting in me accidentally setting fire to something or another… A new rug in the house is a dead give away of nocturnal shenanigans that have gone awry… When I dabble in magic it’s invariably a rumbling from within that rises to the surface and takes on a life of its own… Or often a little joke with myself that I’ve laughed at so hard that it’s found its way into reality… One thing I have learned the hard way is that it’s not a good idea to throw your arms into the air and shout “Hit me with your best shot!” … that’s a phrase that launched me onto a 2 year long rollercoaster of a ride with a lengthy hangover to boot…

I’m not fond of using words in magic… it seems too fraught with too many potential pitfalls and besides, I don’t want folks overhearing… I often work with images and if I’ve done a Tarot reading for a particular reason then I may draw something that I can leave laying around to keep my thoughts on track without it being an image that will invite intrusion or nosy questions from the curious… That’s a kind of wordless process where my mind floats and I forget my thoughts until the answers appear… and when I have the answers then the image is put away…

Sometimes I do use Tarot images… often if looking at my birth chart as the images give voice to the planets… I do have a bit of a predilection for making Thoth Hybrids as the underlying geometry links them together so mesmerisingly… These are not from my chart but are for the 3 decans of Aries mentioned in the brief for this theme…

I was also quite intrigued by the Picatrix descriptions that were given… this one, in particular, captured my imagination as when I read it, it brought very vividly to mind an old situation that took a strange turn…
“There rises in the third face of Aries, a restless man, holding in his hands a gold bracelet, wearing red clothing, who wishes to do good, but is not able to do it. This is a face of subtlety and subtle mastery and new things and instruments and similar things. This is its form.”
  • 4 of Wands
  • Venus will be in the third face of Aries this year from May 26, around 10 a.m. until 1:26 a.m. on June 6.
  • To achieve subtlety and subtle mastery and new things and instruments and similar things”

I decided to draw an image and let my mind float…I lost a couple of hours or so and from my first thoughts, my mind fell into free association football until I’d forgotten what I’d been thinking about… I drew this weeks back and it’s been sat there not knowing what would be written…

 

So… interestingly and somewhat cagily as I’m not revealing details here… over the last week or so I’ve had tides of information flood my way… bringing answers to questions that I’d pondered during this drawing… they seem to be appearing in reverse free fall as there is still no answer to the question at the top of the list but being as the time period for this picatrix has not yet come into play… I guess I’ll have to leave things running for a few more weeks…And… I won’t be revealing the outcome as although I may well be a haphazard magician… I do know that you don’t give away the prestige… 😉

Go visit my neighbours, they may be more forthcoming…

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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…

Tarot Junk 1

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…

Tarot Junk 2

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…

Tarot Junk 3

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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Where’s the Point…

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The theme for this Tarot blog hop was opened up by my learned friend Joy Vernon who gave us the following phrase to ruminate…

“…the still point of the center of the fixed stimulates germination and the awakening of the heart.”

Accompanying this, was a background to her thoughts covering many things… but the words I recall were Tzaddi, Emperor and Star… bringing back a dream I had several months ago, that I won’t go into now…

For now… I decided to ponder upon the phrase given…

It seemed such a simple phrase upon the first inspection, but as I sat, the words started to move around… little fractal arms shooting off from words with variations and permutations… substituting in new meanings to give new inversions and tones… ‘still’ morphed to ‘yet to come’… center and heart merrily swapped places… I let them dance and fill my page…

Another quote sparkled to mind…

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star – Nietzsche

I wondered about the word chaos… I have a feeling it has slipped away into a more haphazard use than maybe it was first used… I’ve seen it described as being disorganised and random etc… but more interesting to me is how the word is used in relation to the butterfly effect and how dynamic systems are sensitive to initial conditions and how very tiny deviations play out in unpredictable ways…

I was reeled back in by Freddy and his dancing stars… I thought of the births and deaths of stars… of binary stars that dance around each other… of gravitational pulls and collapses and after burst that glows and oh… I looked down at my page of scribbled notes and saw that I’d changed the word ‘fixed’ to ‘castrated’ and had a wry smile to myself that maybe I was in danger of disappearing up my own black hole…

So… I decided to toss away the pencil and paper and sit quietly with my tablet and let my fingers draw and see what happened as I meditated upon the given phrase…and as I stayed stationary at a point, the lines spread out and grew beneath my fingers… I drew a few… where I just let my finger sit… and yeah… it grew and spread across the page… but not in a way that pleased my eye or thrilled my soul… it bored me and the inaction made my hand hurt a little…

Then Freddy came knocking… let it dance a little… let it go where it wants to flow… you can be still and centred at many points… and slowly this emerged…

XVII The Star Karen Sealey 2016

Though I wonder if it is a star or maybe it is a constellation… I like to think that we all as we move through life and in and out of pauses, both painful and pleasant, that we leave a little wake behind us that weaves into a cosmic tapestry that links us all… all of us little tiny stitches… that maybe close up don’t seem to make much sense but zoom out and a glorious picture is revealed…

So… while I was zooming in and out… I thought maybe I’d try a bit of time travel too and go seek out Uncle Al… I lured him out, not with magic nor a wand but with ink pots and nibs and Thothesque daubings… I found myself sitting on his knee…

Tsar

Uncle Al… what’s all this kerfuffle with Tzaddi and the Emperor and the Star?

Star?!… Oh… that old chestnut… No… it’s not Star… it was never Star… what I channeled was Tsar…

Tsar? So what happened…

Mercury Rx… my esoteric spell checker was on the fritz…

😉

So… awakening the heart… did I or didn’t I…

I awoke some art…

I’ll settle on that…

You can hop either way to see what my neighbours have been growing 😉

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When Less is More…

I’m just starting to get back onto my feet after being forced into complete rest… and it’s given my quite a lot of time on my hands to idle muse… It slowly dawned on me just after the last lunar eclipse that the first twinges of the pain that was going to lay me up began way back in April 2014… I ignored it at that point and didn’t really think much of it… with hindsight, maybe that is when I should have taken some rest voluntarily… as from that point, one way or another, series of events seemed to conspire to keep me desk bound rather than out and about on the hoof…

I pondered more over the recent blood moon and started thinking … On April 15, 2014, there was a total lunar eclipse… the first of four consecutive total eclipses in a series, a second one took place on October 8, 2014, third one on April 4, 2015 and the remaining one took place on September 27, 2015…

It’s with a wry smile that I now note that each of these dates in one way or another, tied in to removing certain things in my life that had turned rotten… times of cutting ties and connections… movement away from dead weights and things that had been dragging me down…

Right through that, most of that period, life felt to be a Sisyphean task… right up until a couple of months ago when the pain in my back grew so fierce and the muscles went into intense spasm every time that I moved, that I had no other option than to give in and lie down… to rest up… calm the pain and let it heal…

I don’t like being still… I don’t like being indoors… so the frustration and the thought of being laid up indefinitely almost had me in tears… I started to wonder how I would cope with it… and decided to turn it to my advantage and actually use the time to organise the chaos that has sprung up all around me since I started playing around with art just over 3 years ago…

Also, there’s a secret project that I’m working on, that I realised I had a few gaps in my knowledge as to how to turn that into a reality, so this would be a good time to learn some new tricks…

Now that brought me some laughter as often people suggest to me that I should make a deck and I say… yeah… maybe… if I get an idea… and then I’ll wander off and scratch my head and birth ideas and then kill them off…

Going through my artwork over the last year, I have all sorts of varied things going on but as I laid everything out… I started to notice something… there within all my experimental pieces was a consistent flow of pieces in encaustic wax… piece after piece that I’d made… each one made when I had something other on my mind… a problem to solve or a thought to resolve… an unease that needed soothing… idle meditations… all sitting in a pile…

I counted them up… there were 60 of them… the by-products of struggling with Sisyphean tasks… and somewhere in my head a little valve lit up… and that was the birth of The Waxing Oracle

So…I pull a card… yes! very funny! given I’m spending a lot of time sitting on ice of late… but then sitting frozen gives plenty of time to look for the patterns emerging…

I’m going to meditate on that further and consider the paradox of less effort yielding more results…

Though maybe I already know the answer…

As a good friend of mine recently said…

When you look for your lost pen, it’s always under your bum!

😉

Hoofing Off…

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For this blog hop, Maureen Aisling Duffy-Boose set the theme with instructions to “decide for yourself which card in the Tarot most corresponds with your own interpretation of the second harvest of the Autumnal Equinox, or the energies and focus of the Celtic Deity Mabon, whose festival is celebrated on this date. And, with that in mind, you are invited to CREATE A TAROT CARD which will express in your own fashion this meaning.”

Now being a September equinox baby, I do get uber self-indulgent this time of year… I don’t do New Years Resolutions on 31st Dec/Jan 1st… I do them now… in my own little quiet space… September starts and as the kids go back to school, I gather up my scattered marbles and look back over the previous year and then think about where I want to head next…

This year… I’m having to weigh things up with a lot more thought than usual…

I’ve been laid low for quite a while with an injury to the soft tissues around my sacral-illiac joint. I’ve spent months trying every trick I know to sort it and getting frustrated that nothing works… so eventually I throw my hands up in despair and head to the G.P. and I get referred to a physio…

So… it turns out… the back is not the problem but the side effect… she informs me that I have one leg longer than the other (as do most folks…) that I was born with an equinus foot ( I idly wonder if it has anything to do with my Sagittarius Ascendant…) and then she demonstrates a normal gait, followed by a demonstration of my gait with an over emphasis that leaves me thinking – F@ck me! I’m Kaiser Soze!

But then it gets really interesting as I’m told that all my life I’ve been out of balance and that my body has been shifting and compensating to the point where it refuses to tolerate any more… she goes through my treatment plan, which starts with complete rest, lots of ice… moving into heat treatment, then finding the balance between the two… constructing arch supports and heel raises to bring me back into alignment and the killer blow…

She gives me a piece of paper with the words:

Do not do anything that you do not HAVE to do 

I waddle home and as I lay on bags of frozen peas, it occurs to me – Hey! She’s just written my blog  post for me…

Oh… but what shall I draw… so… being off my feet gives me time on my hands… which I spend looking at my feet and I look at the shape of my sole and I think… ahhh… I know that shape… perfect…

So… I went from this…

Hermit Sole Man

To this…

AutumnalEquinoxHermit Karen Sealey

And now I’m going to play my

Do not do anything that you do not HAVE to do ‘ card

So… I’ll let you jog along with making up lame puns and running gags, while I limp off with the Virgoan Hermit and relearn to walk…

I’m imaging not so much walking into a cave but walking through a mountain and re-emerging in the Spring Equinox… hopefully throwing off the cloak and dancing like an Ace of Wands… though to be honest… any improvement would be good, such as simply regaining my sense of balance, as right now, I’m hobbling around like a T-Rex with a mogadon shuffle…

I may or may not be exaggerating… 😛

Ok! Visiting time is over…

Scoot!

I’m sure my lovely neighbours Louise and Ania will look after you nicely.

🙂

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