Mercury Retrograde Reading

One of things I used to love to do, was use Mercury Retrograde to dive back into the books I love. I would have the dates marked in my diary and a list of books to chose from (along with knowing exactly where they were on the shelf!) 

In the last few years, with chronic depression, insomnia and disenchantment with myself and the world at large, it was one of those time-loved activities that was mothballed, less as an active choice and more as ambivalence-in-motion. You have to care enough to make the effort and I just didn’t care any more.


Mercury turns retrograde today, and yesterday (as it stationed) I went on a mission to assemble a feast of reading for the next three weeks. With the exception of The Passion (which I first read in October 2015) these are books I have not picked up since life imploded in 2013. It would have been much longer.

Yet another small activity that joyfully points that the tide has turned and I’m living on the verge of thriving again, rather than just surviving.

I’m beginning with The Time Traveler’s Wife (which I had to go and buy as an ebook because my papercopy cannot be found?) I’m not sure where I will go from there. Probably The Red Tent. And so on. And so forth.

Do you re-read books? If so, what are books are on that list? What one will you pledge to pick up and read in the next three weeks?

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Art As Therapy

In the last 24 hours the odd itchy bites on my back have developed into shingles. At the moment they are not particularly painful (insanely itchy, yes) but enough discomfort to warrant some kind of escapism.

I decided that I’d sit and make Kim a postcard. It’s been a long time since a hand created card was added to the postcardia project. I’d had a hankering for a while to do some more paper weaving.

One thing lead to another and I ended up with something that was part art, part poetry, part bibliomancy and part correspondence. It’s a little Japanese, a little Italian-Cuban, a little suburban Australian.   
It’s as pure an example of magic as I can think of. If you consider the equation for magic as posited by Barbara Moore in the Steampunk Tarot: Magic = will + skill + connection. (Something specific was definitely being channelled through in the words!! ) It also looks kind of pretty too. 

Today is the start of what could potentially be a long and painful illness. So perhaps this might be the first of many magic little paper squares to appear here. Even if illness doesn’t have me seeking respite in creation, I don’t think this is the last of these squares I’ll make!