Postcardia-cum-Poetica #81

Robert Capa’s 1938 photo of loyalist troops near Fraga on the Aragon front, Spain (November 7th), coupled with words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Haiku Oracle Challenges, Days 12 & 13

Day 12 
Tarot plus haiku

the cicada’s cry
had flowered 
one or two inches

I chose to combine my daily cards with the oracle challenge.

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Yes. Yes! It’s the third day I have pulled vitality. Stop thinking and act.

Today (Wednesdays as I’m late posting this) is the day I learn where I sit with my #postcardia. It’s been both pie-in-the-sky and a concrete path with a map. I’ve been caught in inertia about what happens next because I’ve had to visit a local printer for their advice on the possibility of reproducing non-reproducible work.

Haiku on point. Yes. Something new has flowered but only an inch to two.

Let’s see where to next.

. . .

Day 13
Your greatest fear


flecked with mud
moonlight slanting
cracking in the cold

Here is my fear of loneliness coming back to haunt me. Only I was in the darkest grip of its embrace when I pulled these cards. Like I’d sunk a bore into an artesian grief inside me and my tears refused to stop flowing. The water spiced with a persistent loneliness that stalks even in the brightest moments.

Cracked is a kind word for it. So is broken. The experience has left me raw and vulnerable. But like Demeter, who wandered her desolation crazed with grief, she was always on the cusp of the return of joy, abundance and creation.

Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards

Haiku Oracle Challenge, Days 3 & 4

Day 3
Your Gift to the World


into the chestnut

it sang itself

into the gloom

At first glance, yet again, not a terribly happy looking one. I have very little experience with the symbology of chestnuts (I ate plenty as a kid because we had a tree on our farm and we’d put them in the open fire in a basket for frying chips and I remember saying they were like a potato, but sweet like desert!) A little poking around on the interwebz turned up chestnuts as symbols of prevention and foresight. Apparently they are little nutrition bombs. With this in mind…

My gift to the world is the ability to share my gifts of foresight and knowledge. Of nourishing those in need. I love the idea of what I do as singing into the gloom – of bringing hope and insight, relief and support, to those who are having a rocky time. You may be one of the people on the other end of a random message from me or someone I’ve been able to open a door for to step into new possibilities. Perhaps you are someone I will do this for in the future. 

The slogan for my tarot business, which will get up and running soon, is ‘First my soul learned to speak, then she yearned to sing’. No accidents. 

I am hoping to work with those who have become stuck on their soul journey or who have fallen into the darker places and would like to see the light again. Those who wish to heal their deepest soul wounds. The ‘deep tissue massage for the soul’ kind of readings.

Day Four

Your biggest challenge


attached to nothing

utterly away

and sleeps awhile

In mid-June 2015, I removed myself from social media completely. It was in part a challenge to see if it was possible. In part it was a deep need in me to own my invisibility (I was mid-Neptune transit at the time) I was only meant to be gone 110 days with my friend, Rus. I ended up being gone for 6 months.

Instagram was my toe dip at the start of 2016. Gradually I’ve added other platforms. But my personal FB account has had nothing posted to it since 2015. I haven’t quite known how to re-engage there–until Sunday.

But to create a new account, shift  people over, and archive the old account/keep it just for very close friends and family – well I would just rather go to sleep and wish it would all take care of itself. It would be awesome to be able to do business without a FB presence!

The other side of this is the challenge of detaching. From old stories. Old hurts. Old cycles of feelings and thinking that keep on coming around. I am getting better. An ancient wound has been healed and released, and I am hoping it will give me some more oomph in living in that zen space of detachment (which when I achieve it, is so lovely and freeing).

Another Perspective

My son is almost 13 and this pack especially intrigues him. He looked over this spread and asked me what the question was about. He then told me it was a challenge to be able to deal with being lonely, being cut off from people. And not being able to sleep properly. Oh, did my heart ache. 

He sees me so clearly. Yes. 

That’s probably my real challenge. I am deeply struggling with loneliness. Of everyone else being busy and having fulfilling lives. Of being left behind. 

It’s a challenge to be okay to feel it when it comes over me like a dark cloud. To not give into despair. To not try and run away from it. To honour it. 

And as a recovering insomniac, sleep is always a challenge.

I can see the two of us both using this deck this month. Or perhaps deferring for a second opinion – when I’m at risk of sugar-coating it all!!

**Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards**

NB: ‘And sleeps awhile’. Officially being stalked by that card now!!! Third time I’ve pulled it. In case I’d forgotten that sleep is important

 

The Collector’s Lament #PostItNotePoetry

IMG_1386THE COLLECTOR’S LAMENT

Kiss all the girls, Higgins.
Collect their desire
like fireflies in a jar
against the loneliness
they illuminate and distract
from the kiss you anticipate.
The angst you cannot enunciate.
The love on which you ruminate.
Go kiss the girls, Higgins
and in the room beneath
your bedroom, lock Eliza away.


With apologies to George Bernard Shaw and John Fowles.