My 2016 Year Card

The Chariot: #7 Tarot Card

The Chariot: #7 from the Ciro Marchetti   “Legacy of the Divine Tarot.”

As a lover of Tarot, each year I calculate my year card to see what energies will prevail in the upcoming year. Because my birthday is in February, I figure the year from January to January (close enough), so in a couple of weeks, my new challenges will begin. The year 2016 card for me is The Chariot. According to one source, the card means deeper spiritual understanding.  As a year card, it means change in location, career, family, and opportunities: a year to focus and harness one’s energies. I can accept this challenge. I tend to be a butterfly, first one thing and then another, and the housework doesn’t seem to get done often. Procrastination is one of my basic activities (or non-activity as the case may be). While I have many ideas, putting them into the world is another thing entirely. I miss more than I want to for lack of preparation. Now that the energies are aligning for me, I have hope that I can become more active in the outward world rather than in my mind. I am making a list of what needs to be done and what I want to do on a yellow legal tablet, hoping to be able to cross off items on a daily basis.

Well, weekly anyway…


So I’m back

So I’m back and the question is, what am I doing here after a hiatus of over 2 years? Where was I and what was I doing? Nothing and everything, I’d say, if you forced an answer out of me. When I began this blog as my cleoxcat persona, I asked myself how personal I wanted to get, how much to put out in the blogosphere – the Net, that telephonic black hole which everyone understands and no one can explain. What could I say about my life without giving away the goods? Or even partially. If you don’t get personal, you don’t connect. I know that because I love a good story or a good gossip or some tidbit I can relate to. Was it me or was it you that life happened to? Ok, ok, so maybe this is a bit schizophrenic, but then, if you don’t have more than one personality, life can be a bit boring. Nothing to watch or see here. Nothing to see… so move on.

But I came across an exceptional photo of a glass aspect into the forest, featuring a bed, roots, windows, and woods – all of which can be symbolic if you take yourself seriously (which I rarely do).

Loved it. Thought about forests and November and then I created this page for my scrapbook:

“Are we being dreamed by a single divine intelligence, by God, or are we being dreamed by the collective consciousness of all things — by all the electrons, Z particles, butterflies, neutron stars, sea cucumbers, human and nonhuman intelligences in the universe?

“We cannot ask if the part is creating the whole, or the whole is creating the part because the part is the whole. So whether we call the collective consciousness of all things ‘God,’ or simply ‘The consciousness of all things,’ it doesn’t change the situation.

“The universe is sustained by an act of such stupendous and ineffable creativity that it simply cannot be reduced to such terms.

“As the Kalahari Bushmen so eloquently put it, ‘The dream is dreaming itself.'”

– Michael Talbot

Waking up in a place like this, so open. Is it terrifying, where anything can happen or freeing, where anything can happen? The answer to that question determines how you live your life…in beauty or in fear.

So where do we go from here? I, for one, am tired of worrying about the world. I think I’ll just decline to frown and suffer, and instead, offer up a prayer for the well-being which always surrounds us. No apologies for my  momentary distraction, just hello world, I love you and hold you in my heart.


Stretching into 2013

photo of tabby cat sleeping on a black suitcase

Rocky sleeping on my son’s suitcase

Appropriate that I should write the first post of 2013 and include a picture of a suitcase. Oh, and a cat. In this past November my husband made me a gift of a Canon EOS Rebel T3 digital camera to replace the Kodak Easy Share digital camera I’ve had for a couple of years. I’ve been wanting to upgrade for quite a while now, so the gift was a wonderful treat. However, the Canon has a myriad of settings and functions and comes with a large basic instruction manual plus a CD with more information. Yikes! So I decided that I would challenge myself to taking a photo a day using my new camera and its settings to force myself to learn what I can do with it. This led me to create another blog,  A Daily Photo in 2013. Not an exciting title, but gets the job done. So far, so good.  I’ll be posting lots more on that blog than this one, but intend to write here what doesn’t exactly fit into the photo-a-day theme.

That’s our tabby cat, Rocky. He’s about 3 years old and very active. His daily routine is up early, breakfast, a quick check of spa room and entry, cellar, bird feeder window, upstairs bedrooms, then kitchen food dishes, then a nap. The rest of the day, repeat. This photo was taken when our son Steve came to visit over the holidays and left his suitcase in the entry hall. Before he could take it upstairs to the guest room, Rocky claimed it. I have to admit I’m a sucker for cute cat pictures.

You have been warned. 🙂

End of the Line for 2012

Photo of 4 doves sitting on snow-covered branches

Doves in a Snowy Tree

A quiet end to the year 2012 at my house. Our holiday party set for this past Saturday was snowed out, so we moved it to yesterday. Warm friends, lots of talk, laughter, celebration. Now the aftermath awaits me in the form of dirty dishes, leftovers, and the neglected washing from last week. A quiet day for me, almost a meditation, as I put my house and my thoughts back in order. Plans for 2013 taking shape in my mind while my hands are busy. Looking out the windows at the snow-covered forest and feeling one with the cool gray and whiteness. Lots to do while I move in peace.

Spring is Here!

photo of shrub in woods showing delicate spring leaves

Eager for spring.

Who doesn’t think of new beginnings in Spring…New Year’s…the start of school in September? Each year brings many opportunities to see things anew, start afresh. The trick is in continuing the beginnings. So how are you doing with your New Year’s resolutions, if you made any? I didn’t.  I know the futility of promising myself to do what has been improbable before, so this year I simply decided to observe my behavior, catch myself in the beginnings of following some of my small habits which lead me away from what I really want. Something as simple as completing making the bed every day can create a momentum which ends up with me outside cleaning the birdbaths or planting bulbs in the flower bed. Seems a flow of energy is released with each small chore finished and results in a feeling of satisfaction at the end of the day. Small things, big changes. Practice, practice, practice. What do you think?


Manhattan Island as seen from the harbor

City of Possibilities

Last week I went to New York City to meet an old, old friend. Old as in someone I’ve known for 20 years, and old as in someone who has passed the half-century mark. I see this friend once, sometimes twice a year, and when I do, we pick up the conversation as though we’d just seen each other last Tuesday. I come away from our time together refreshed, reminded of who I used to be 20 some years ago: that different energy I used to live in, and which was in me then. I miss it sometimes: those sharp edges, the dreaminess of poetry, the excitement of not knowing what’s coming next. When you have years of life ahead of you, your perspective is different from living those years and the daily experiences of the life you passed through. Nostalgia can be sweet but it can also be deadly. Paying too much attention to where you’ve been takes away from seeing what you are living now. According to studies, once you’ve experienced something, your mind notes it and stores it somewhere in your head. Then, when you find yourself in a similar situation, your mind pulls out the old memory and overlays it over the new experience. That is one of the challenges of changing how you think about things – you’re already biased in one direction or another. The trick is to see through that memory into where you actually are. This is why, very often, you don’t notice your children growing until you buy them school clothes in autumn.

So I meet with my friend and notice, this time, that he has more gray hair, has to wear his glasses more often, and is a little heavier. He still carries his vibrant energy, though, and in our talking, I feel myself reaching down into my memories for those aspects of myself he calls forth. Re-membering. Later, on the bus ride home, those aspects still spread out on my surface, I mine them for the riches they hold, to bring them back into my now life, to live more fully in my present.

Dreaming of Houses

View of 2-story gray house seen through a snowy woods.

A House in the Snowy Woods

Last night I dreamed about a house – not sure of the details but I remember seeing the outside of a square, tall house set on a hill of green grass on a sunny day…

I’ve been interested in dream interpretation since I’ve been a small girl. My first introduction to it was buying a “dream guide with lucky numbers” pulp paperback one afternoon on my way home from junior high school. I decided my lucky number was 8, but as for the rest, I wasn’t so sure that dreaming about horses meant I would lose money through a friend. Later on I would study dreaming as interpreted in the Seth Material. Jane Roberts’ “Seth” book, Dreams, Evolution, and Value Fulfillment, provided a history of how humanity dreamed itself into existence in the physical world and how its continued dreaming helps shape the daily world. However, fascinating as the material was, my nightly dream interpretation continued to be both obvious and elusive. I read other authors: Patricia Garfield, Gayle Delaney, Ray Grasse, Robert Moss. Each theory connected into the others, but in the end I decided that I was my own authority and, allowing my intuition to surface as best it could, began a dream journal/dream journey which has come with me into today.

I believe we dream on many levels: one level deals with our day-to-day existence, offering advice on the current situation. Another level brings hints of directions we could take while making decisions other than our normal course. Still another level ties into our cosmic existence, hinting at other lives and other probabilities. It takes much practice to sort this all out, but it is a worthy task as the challenges make you look into other aspects of your life which otherwise remain hidden.

To me, houses in dreams represent the shapes of our lives: a house, its shape, style, number of stories, rooms, hidden rooms, staircases, doors, windows, cellars, attics – all have significance. In the photo at the top of this message, a house is seen through snowy woods, as if in a dream. Is it a destination? A background? Is the dreamer coming towards or going from? Is the house hidden by the trees and snow for a reason? Who created it? Who lives there? Who lives there now?

In the answers to these questions lies unexplored territory of the psyche. I’m getting my hiking boots on!

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