Boy, this has been a tough year. My parents’ 75th anniversary would have been this weekend, but at least their ashes are together again in the sea.
I’ve been buying a few treats, I think discouragement and depression about the chronic pain I experience is causing it. I vow to reform my scandalous spending by the end of the year. I was deliciously bad and bought The Arthur Rackham Oracle by Doug Thornsjo in the jumbo size for myself. I don’t think it will get here before Christmas, so it will be a nice New Year’s 2018 gift.
After doing that I downloaded the ePub version of Peer Gynt with the Rackham illustrations. I’ve loved the music of Edvard Grieg’s Peer Gynt Suite for years, but I’ve never wanted to read the Henrik Ibsen book so I figured I would rectify that; several of the Peer Gynt illustrations are in this deck, so it was relevant that I do so.
Anyway, we need a visual eh wot?
Positive thinking and art etcetera.
QUEEN OF WANDS
Perhaps today the Queen of Wands is simply a reminder of times past, the warmth of home and Mother and security?
I was meandering through old photographs this morning. I received some photos from my Dad’s numerous albums after he died. This one was taken with a Polaroid camera in 1969 when I was 13. I was wearing the velvet cloak that my Mom wore on her wedding day.
Get a load of the rec room. Yeah, we didn’t have no stinking designer homes back then. The walls are papered with faux woodgrain panels, the plant is plastic, the painting on the wall was a paint-by-number, beautifully executed by my oldest sister in the early 60s, the old stereo played 78 RPM records, and the floor was linoleum. As I recall I was fond of playing a bright pink 78 RPM record of Sleeping Beauty with music by Tchaikovsky.
Well, I am definitely not this Queen, even back in 1969 I preferred hiding in the basement. Never a social person, I find myself even less so as I age. While recognizing this lady’s determination, even fierceness, I lack her warmth. She’s an interfering busybody who would do better to take herself to the rec room and play some Tchaikovsky records that have great orchestration.
Yikes, we don’t need no stinking warmth.
The Spirit Within My Kindle
One of the chaps on a book reading group I have belonged to for almost 14 years has died. Back in the days when I was fearless about chatting with people, we used to exchange private e-mails about this and that. We often talked with others in the group about books and music and movies. While I didn’t meet him in real life, you do get a sense of people online so I felt like I knew him, and I feel such a loss at his death and feel how hard it will be for his family with Christmas coming up. A comrade has gone on The Great Journey.
The cards always know. Sigh.
Feeling restless and needing to disappear into a good book, I reserved several books from other branches in my library system, and while waiting for those I bought two Kindle books I’ve been interested in for some time, but were not available from the library. That 1-Click ordering for Kindle books on Amazon is rather dangerous I find.
The Brontë Cabinet: Three Lives in Nine Objects by Deborah Lutz
Last Days of Richard III and the Fate of His DNA bu John Ashdown-Hill
I have been interested in Richard III since reading Thomas B. Costain’s trilogy about the Plantagenets when I was a teenager. The impetus for that was a book by Josephine Tey called The Daughter of Time which I also read as a teenager. When they found Richard III’s skeleton in 2012 I clipped the article about it from a magazine and keep it with my copy of the Tey book. This revised edition of the Ashdown-Hill book includes information about that archeological dig and the resulting DNA, a path that led to Canada of all places, my country.
The Brontë Cabinet gets excellent reviews and was recommended to me by another reader. After a recent read of the book The Brontës at Haworth with its marvelous photographs, I felt like a read of this newer book.
Anything to keep Death out of the mind.
Like a lot of people, this time of year makes me feel pretty sad, add the rainy weather and problems with physical pain, and I thought I needed a happy project. I’ve been washing newish fabric and contemplating old fabrics from my stash and making two dozen circle templates for doing blobby lollypop flowers. I bought this pattern two years ago right before we moved and never really had a chance to get organized and start it. With the shoulder problem I have I’m not sure if I can appliqué, but I’m going to try.
This time I’m cutting out dairy, grains and bread and nuts or nut milk in an effort to pinpoint what inflames my body. You have to try, you know?
THREE OF WANDS
My ship did come in today as I got a huge order of art techniques books and three page-a-day calendars that I bought for photo references of birds, cats, and dogs.
I really don’t need to start yet another project, but the quilt pattern represents a time when I didn’t think my old house would sell and when I thought I couldn’t escape to a new life, so I bought this expensive pattern to take my mind off it. I did sell my house about a month later. Well, here I am in the new life and some of the old physical problems are rearing up.
There must be a solution. One must keep up some optimism.
Wow, look at those colours. Yummy super-delish.
“I saw three ships come sailing in…”
Look out, he’s getting it done! Action = Potential = Reality = Manifestation.
It’s GOOD to be a juggler. Think I’m going to pre-wash some quilting fabrics for a large appliqué I’ve been planning for two years. I like to have several ideas on-the-go. The Magus says “Nothing wrong with that, I do it all the time.”
SEVEN OF PENTACLES
PRINCESS OF CUPS
I like the idea with this of looking at things after waiting for a while and deciding if you should continue to wait or try something else, try an alternative. I’ve never thought of that with this card, I usually think of waiting and being patient after working hard, but not actually saying “Well, that’s enough of that, it’s not working, I’ll have to try another way.”
The Princess of Cups: the waves behind her look like unravelled knitting yarn. Hey, maybe she gave up and she’s trying again by unravelling her sweater and deciding to use the yarn to make socks? A dreamy child like this likes to put her imagination to work.
It’s a scary thought to change direction, change plans, decide to do it a different way. Or you could just wait and dream away, nurture new things that way. Both these figures seem to want to do that.