Another 13th. Another full moon. Another card reading. If I’m starting to sound like a broken record, I apologize. There are things in this post I did not want to ramble on about again either. I’m downing some caffeine and forcing myself to write up this blog. I am so out of it. I feel…
Tag: emotional trauma
The 13th: A Peaceful, Magickal Day for the Gaia Oracle
My first three readings with the beautiful “Gaia Oracle” by Toni Carmine Salerno. Gaia Oracle “Four Card Spread”: 1. Past (Past influences of the situation) Eternal Love A new page turned in your life and gave you a period of happiness, harmony, and fulfillment. You felt free of the worry and doubt that had cast…
Attempting “Therapy Tarot”
For the last day of July, I’m closing out with more mystic “food for thought.” I came across this tarot spread idea on Facebook a couple months ago and considered trying it out. I’m very sporadic with using my cards, and yesterday I finally got myself to do it. It’s me we’re talking about, so…
The Mystery (and Madness) of Synchronicity
I had said in the beginning that I wasn’t planning on writing more of these long, drawn-out posts about a specific man. However, continued unexplainable occurrences have led me to it, and I felt compelled to share what I’ve been experiencing over the past few months. This blog has to do with the topic of…
The Name of My Affliction
It was something I was used to doing every year – visiting my grandparents’ grave. It was an annual family tradition of ours to each year visit the veterans’ cemetery and have a picnic lunch afterwards. The “afterwards” was always my favorite part, because, although I never wanted to seem disrespectful or uncaring, I felt…
A Little Witch in All of Us: The Sisters of Practical Magic
“Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still, sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know…maybe I had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it, but, there is no man, Gilly. Only that moon.”
My Poetry: “Midsummer”
On Midsummer Day
My heart gave way
And buckled under once more
It began to rain
From my gloomy eyes
As it did so the night before
Silently I worked and wept
And made it through the Midsummer morn
Inside, the clouds were darkening still
Like those in a May spring storm
Living in the Past, Dreaming in the Present, and Suffering in the Soul
They say “Home is where the heart is” and this is a phrase I absolutely agree with. For me, however, it’s also “The heart is where home is” and that seems to be a rarity in these days and times. To be that woman devoted to the well-being of her home and family has for…
Heartbreak and the Road to Healing: An Introduction to My Life
I have never been the “passionate writer” type. My twin sister has been the obsessive, mad scientist fictional writer as long as I can remember, even when we were in grade school. It’s always been a now-and-then thing for me, just when the mood struck. Until recently, that is. Lately I have been, not just…
