Monday is Tarot Day! But so is Tuesday! And the Nine of Cups is Pleased as Punch!

I was a draggy, baggy mess yesterday.  I think a VERY long weekend finally caught up with me and I was soooooo sleepy all day long.  Actually went to sleep at 9 PM, which is like when Grandma Walton would go to sleep.  And I slept like a rock under another rock, deep and dark.  Dreamless.

And today?  I'm extremely animated and "go get 'em!".  I'm actually coming close to irritating myself with my spunkiness.  I ran scads of errands, had a weight training session (which I aced, ifidosaysomyself), and am now raring to go with some writing.  And yesterday, when I was essentially Princess Aurora ("Sleeping Beauty", if you don't have an encyclopedic knowledge of Disney like I have), I didn't pick up a single tarot card anywhere for any reason.

But now here I am, writing away, and wanting to do a one-card reading, but I'm sans deck!  What to do?  Reach for my Android smartphone and "pull" a card from my Tarotbot app!

And what did I draw? The Nine of Cups.  And here he is.

And what's his story?  Well, let me say that this draw is coming at just the right time for me.  Work has been picking up, but I'm not reaping the rewards just yet.  Part of me is a little distraught about monies and having enough dough to get by at this time.  But I'm also hit with a huge amount of optimism about the influx of work that has happened in the past four months and have a strong feeling it's going to continue to pick up.

The man in the 9 of Cups is sitting pretty.  He has enough to get by and then some!  His wishes have been fulfilled, he's ready for sensual pleasures, he's doing okay, by golly! 

And this is how I see myself, even with money scares or tightness.  I feel complete and satisfied in many ways.  And I'm ready to have a nice dinner with my hubby tonight and have some fun plans with him this weekend (which happens to be our 15th wedding anniversary).  Nice dinner (helped by the wonderfulness of a Groupon, a trip to the drive-in theatre in a few days to see "Iron Man 3", a traipse through an art show:  sensual pleasures all.

Satisfied.  Could be smug about it, but choose not to be.  Comfortable.  And wishes fulfilled.

All in all, a pretty nice Tuesday.

Here comes the flood. And there it goes ...

Peter Gabriel's song, "Here Comes the Flood" isn't about the seven inches of rain which deluged the Greater Chicagoland area, producing epic flooding and millions of dollars worth of damage this past week.  It's not about how my husband and I ran downstairs at 4 o'clock in the morning on April 18, grabbing anything on a low-resting shelf that could perish in the rushing waters.  And it's not about the flood of tears I cried when I realized a box of old 78s my dad had collected since the 1940s sat soaking for at least twelve hours before being found.

It's about a dream Gabriel had about people being able to see each other's thoughts, which produced a kind of psychic flood.  "A mental flood", as Peter himself put it.

After our physical flood, I started taking stock of what items were lost or damaged and realized that, truly, the losses could've been a lot worse (like the ones suffered during our 2010 flood, where the water, a foot deep, sat for 24 hours, and turned childhood treasures into lumps of mashed potatoes).  But the things that were lost or wounded held memories and energies that are now dimmed or lost.  It's for those intangibles that I cry the most.

I can't sit and think of the energies attached to the collection of 78s without being flooded with images of my dad, a young pup of twenty or so, handling the black vinyl platters with great care, cataloguing and storing them with steady purpose.  The only thing that keeps me from crumbling is knowing the discs themselves have been cleaned and will survive another 70 years.

The energy of the water streaming through our suburbs were just what they were: rushing, flooding, without malice or agenda.  It's just what it does.  We attach the feelings by how it affects us and our belongings.  And so we wear our thoughts outwardly.  And sometimes we blog about them and people, indeed, can see them.  I doubt this is what Gabriel had in mind when he wrote down the dream and formed it into song, but it's still quite vivid and strong.

So I'm sitting here, watching the rain pour outside the cafe, strangely calm.  My flood of emotions has subsided.  My feelings and thoughts on the subject have crested.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ww9JS8dJ9fY

Peace to Boston.

I'm getting very tired of hearing about such violence, again and again.  Seems one tragedy dovetails into the next.

Not feeling very literary today.

Peace, white light and healing to all those affected by today's events.

Re-posting from December, 2011: My Tarot Tribute to Annette Funicello

 When I instituted Monday as Tarot Day on my blog, my first post with this little missive about how the Page of Cups (or, in this specific case, the Princess of Hearts) reminded me of former Mouseketeer Annette Funicello.  To honor her memory, I'm re-posting it today.  Rest in Peace, Annette.  Please know you've positively influenced generations of young girls:

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Just like on the "Mickey Mouse Club", I've decided to assign something to the days of the week.  Well, okay, I actually don't want to pen myself in for every day of the week, but Mondays need some help with their image.  Bob Geldoff hated Mondays.  The Mamas and the Papas didn't trust them.  But I like them; they help to put me in motion, like a guiding hand that gently sets down my wind-up week, turns the key, and gives it a push.

From now on, Monday will be Tarot Day on my odd little blog.  So my wondering mind asked, "Which Mouseketeer quickly brings to mind a tarot card first?  No thinking - gut reaction!"  That would be Annette Funicello.

And the card which embodies her perky, optimistic nature would be the Page (or in this case, the Princess) of Cups (or Hearts).  Alright - the Princess of Hearts it is.

Emotional, sensitive and caring, this Princess (and let's face it: Annette was a TRUE Disney princess - no tiara, magical carriages or frogs needing kissing required) took us into a world filled with wonder, surprises and, eventually, romance.  Because as she matured, Annette became a Teen Princess who all the boys swooned over.  Annette was the Miley Cyrus of her day, with many a hit record to her name.  Here's a link to one of her first rockin' tunes, "Tall Paul":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne2yFQPYYmU&feature=fvst

In film, her star still shined brightly, full of perkiness and dimples while she maintained a coating of child-like innocence in the many beach party movies she starred in (most often opposite Frankie Avalon, who most certainly qualifies as a Prince of Hearts.)

"Goin' steady" with your "dream boat", the twist and frug, warm summer days, clam bakes, and soda pop.  A true Princess of Hearts.

The Mystic Has Been Sick. This Video Has Made The Mystic Happy! Fitz and the Tantrums' "Lov"

 

If it wasn't my back, it was my headcold and constant sneezing and snarfling and general nastiness.  For the past week or so, like Roseanne Rosannadanna would say, "It's always something".  And the "something" in question kept me from auditioning, from enjoying food, just kept me miserable.

Then a friend posted this on Facebook and, immediately, it was like a noxious cloud of green goo was lifted from my person.  Sorry to be so graphic, but the video itself is that powerful, in a Mid-Century groovy dancey way.

I give you Fitz and the Tantrums song "Lov".  See how many faves from your childhood you can name!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hW_ruCm2i8