Alright. Here's the deal. These Alice in Wonderland cards have been calling my name for the last I-don't-know-how-many-months. Alice in Wonderland--Alice in Virgoland--is the theme to my life. According to Etsy (which may be lying) this is the only one available.
I cannot justify spending over $100 on a deck of Tarot cards, so what I'm going to do is leave it open to you. Everyone who chips in--no matter how small--will get a reading from them once they are in my grubby little paws. If you're interested in a reading from me, and you would like to shut me up about this damned deck, PM me for the PayPal info. I'll do a quickie reading for everyone who pledges, and then one name will be drawn out of the hat to receive a full 'Mad Hatter's Tea Party' reading.
Can't say fairer than that, can I?
Another Trip Around The Sun
© CRW 16 September 2014.
Bob Marley is reputed to have said that everyone is going to hurt you, and that you just have to find the ones worth suffering for. This seems to be a fitting post for the anniversary of my 56th year around the Sun.
This last year I’ve said hello to some wonderful people, and also good-bye to some, too. I’ve learned that very few people are capable of verbalizing what they truly feel, and that words are often used to cover up far more than they ever reveal. I’ve witnessed more agony than I care to discuss, and been brought to tears of joy more times than I can try to count. I’ve become aware how the people in my life ebb and flow, and learned to accept that as a natural state of my evolution. I’ve realized that I’ve never even met some of my best friends, that it’s been years and then some since I’ve seen some of my other loved ones, and that physical company does not necessarily have anything to do with the measure of a person’s heart.
In the last orbit, I’ve learned that as long as I respect and value myself, then I have worth and purpose. It doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks, because we all view life subjectively. It is the only way we possibly can view it, and that view is always going to be different than someone else’s. It has to be; we are not them and they are not us. I’ve learned that nothing lasts forever, and that the pain of ending merely shows where attachment lies.
The last twelve months have taught me to start to surrender control, for my ego is less important than my compassion. I’ve focused on giving more than collecting, on releasing more than acquiring, and learning to take things oh so lightly. I’ve realized that there’s no point going in too deeply and feeding drama, or even pride--mine, or anyone else’s. It’s taken me 56 years to find a balance, and in another 56 years I’ll only be just a vague memory, an echo of this moment in time. I’ve learned that I can write what I know about life on the head of a pin, and still have room for the Magna Carta.
The most important thing I’ve learned this year though, is that all of this is absolutely okay. I’ve learned to fall in love with myself and my life, and I’ve learned how much easier it is to live from a state of gratitude and nonattachment than it is from a state of fear. I give thanks every day for the people in my life, for one day they may not be there. More than that, though, I’ve learned to find peace with these realizations. I’m still a work in progress, but now I can see that as something to celebrate, rather than of which to be ashamed.
If you’re reading this, then you’ve been a part of this journey. Please know how grateful I am for your presence in my life. Namaste, and may the divinity in which you believe richly bless your earthwalk.
- Current Mood:busy