 Me, July 2021, wearing one of my favorite tarot dresses for an event. Events are coming back! Yay! Hi, Readers.
I have this bad lightbulb in my kitchen that, no matter how I tighten or loosen it, it does this irritating flash that feels like a strobe light. It gives me such a headache, and I would rather turn it off and fumble around in the dark than wince through that weird energy. It has been an entire summer of weird energy, hasn’t it? Funny how we all just endure this stuff rather than take the time to get up on a ladder and change the bulb. Today, one of my favorite regular clients told me that I should change my title from “Tarot Card Reader” to “Intuitive Counselor.” I like that. The only problem is that the word counselor opens me up to a great deal of responsibility–some of it legal. Anyone who knows me and my work knows that I am not your average fortune-teller. Truth is, I am on a spiritual path, as we all are whether we know it or not. It’s my goal to get conscious of that path and teach my clients how to do the same. I want to learn about and share the tools I pick up to help others manage life. With regular tarot work, there will be revelations and understandings about your actions and energy to give you the guidance to make the decisions and changes you want. What a busy summer it has been. I have had my own epiphanies and spiritual growth as I stumble through each day–often much less elegantly than I wish I could present here. As I said above, events are back and it feels good to get out of the house and away from Zoom/FaceTime/etc. which have been decent substitutes, but nothing beats an in-person reading and I think we’re all sick of screens. So far, events have been private parties but I am hoping we will soon return to festivals, etc. I do already have a Mardi Gras event on my calendar for 2022. I am back to writing and have been working on poems at a fever pitch. So many, and I daresay I feel it is some of my best work. I’ll probably try to get some published again soon (There is always the joy in writing them, but not so much in the submission-rejection-acceptance process). My personal fitness program has dominated most of this year and last and I am in the best, strongest shape of my life, which isn’t half bad for 57 years old. I continue to volunteer at my beloved Wildlife Rescue Center, although I’ve cut my hours back, post-Covid. I’ve been doing a lot of traveling domestically, with another big trip soon. And maybe the most fun of all, I am back to seeing concerts as they return to our city. On my calendar: Wilco and Sleater-Kinney; Soul Asylum, Local H (I’m a rabid Local H fan), Juliana Hatfield and the Urge; Squeeze; Flash Forward Tribute to our dearly departed friend Pat Oldani; Alanis Morrisette, Garbage and Liz Phair; probably Dinosaur Jr; Alice Cooper; maybe the Toadies; definitely Local H (again); and Walk the Moon (singer Nick is a bestie). And who knows what else will be announced and added to the calendar? If you’re at a show and see me there, please say hello. Now, if I can only convince my husband Tom to attend the ones he is not playing in (He’s in the Flash Forward show with Pat Oldani’s old band, Starnineteen). Musicians never want to be in the audience. Ha. As I wind this up, the heavens are opening up with more weather. Thunder is growling and the wind is blowing the birds erratically all over the sky while trees sway and bend to frightening degrees. It’s the kind of weather that feels scary to be out in, even though the rain has yet to start. But it’s all energy, right? And there is a thrill with the impending danger and a joyful feeling of being alive. I just need to find that joy back in my kitchen. EVENTS, PUBLIC EVENTS, TAROT, TAROT CARD READINGS
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