Saturday morning rambling & Tarot for the day

The Crow’s Magick Tarot by Londa Marks: I got these cards in 1998 and they’re still my boys. My only complaint is that there are “key words” on the cards. You think they’re helpful but they can be very limiting and for me, somewhat distracting.

I pull two cards every morning. The first one is calculated based on my personal day as per numerology. The second one is whatever card is covering the first one when I deal out the cards looking for that first card. I see the day energy card as being expressed through the card that comes immediately after it.

When I do these readings for myself, I jot down some random notes in my readings book; whatever comes to mind. It doesn’t have to make sense. Often, at the end of the day I will look back on the events and see where my stream of consciousness writing did indeed foreshadow things. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense that day but if I look back over a period of days or weeks I can see patterns emerge.

I should be getting off my arse and putting my face on. I forgot to do laundry dry last night so all of my shop towels are spinning in the dryer. There’s a coin in there, too. I can hear it rolling and spinning but I’m not yet sufficiently annoyed to actually get up and search through two dozen hot damp towels to remove it.

It’s a grey and overcast morning here in Central New York. It’s supposed to get up into the mid-high 20s (about 77 for all my American readers) and I think I’ll throw on a dress, take an umbrella, and walk. I like walking everywhere. I’ve been a committed pedestrian my entire life. All seasons, all reasons. I’d love to say it’s made me skinny but it hasn’t. What it has done, I’m sure, is keep my blood pressure down. I seem to be the only person I know in my 50s that’s fat but not on blood pressure, arthritis, or cholesterol meds so you know, go for a walk. It really does work.

Back to the cards. My personal day is 36/9. This energy both produces and releases. The 36th card in the deck is the 10 of Wands, which fits nicely with that message. Putting things down as I pick other things up. Expressed through the King Of Pentacles it occurs to me that I may need to purge some things from my life. Physical things. Interestingly enough, I woke up thinking about that.

My wife sent me links last night. A Facebook marketplace ad for a home and it’s corresponding Zillow link. It’s a one room Amish built cabin on 8.5 acres. It’s about the size of a small apartment. It’s on high ground near a river, about 3 hours from where we are now but very close to Canada. So perhaps we are going to be buying a little house soon 😁 I’m not sure how we’ll both do with an outhouse situation and propane heat but no electricity, but I don’t say these things out loud. My wife is excited and she sees what it could be not what it presently is. I also see what it could be, but an outhouse in cougar/bear territory is not lost on me. Call me what you want, but there needs to be cell service.

And that’s all I got this morning, folks. It’s time to put my “I touch men for a living” armor on and go wax the crotches. Remember to let shit unfold and be excellent to each other!!

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