The Trust of the Grey Spider

Posted October 25, 2016 by JJ
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GREY SPIDER FLOWER – Grevillea buxifolia – Faith


Silly me, I am more fearful of taking a taxi to and from the hospital for the spouse’s operation than I am about the operation. Because it means talking to another human being, no not that.

So what succour is this card offering me? Have trust, be brave, do not be afraid, and your intentions will have positive results. “As a healer, Grey Spider Flower instills courage and assists in easing anxiety.”

I’ll keep this card out for the next 4 days to remind me.

Oh, and I’m back being vegan again, quite a strict plan to see if I can alleviate pain. Twenty million ways to prepare beans and vegetable soups. Have faith sayeth the Grey Spider Flower.

Rabbits Secretly Enjoy a Good Ballpoint Pen

Posted October 22, 2016 by JJ
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It has been a wild sort of week. We got word about the spouse’s hand surgery in one week (panic stations) and I got some books in the mail, one of which was wrong and the used bookseller is sending me the correct book.

I figured we’d better get proper blinds in the bathrooms and when the company was here measuring we decided to get all three bedrooms done as well. The old aluminum slats are bent and peeling and flaking paint, and the one in the master bedroom is black which sucks the light out of the room, apart from having kind of a teenage Goth vibe.

Because it’s hard for me to type without pain, I’ve been staying quiet and reading a lot. The highlight of my week was discovering that I could get refills for a Zebra F-701 ballpoint pen that my husband rescued from the garbage at his work a few years ago. I bought the refill, in it went, and the excitement of having the pen work again had me flying with delight. It is now back in my pen roll with all my fountain pens.



I do feel rather abundantly blessed lately, at least with interesting material things, like an ash can for the fireplace (squeee!) plus lots of books in my annual Christmas in October buying. We can pay our bills, and buy a few treats, so it’s not all bad. BUT I do feel I need to pull back from spending and calm down and enjoy what I have, finish a few projects slowly.

I complain about endless pain and hopelessness but as in everyone’s life, there are good and bad things. Rabbit Orchids flower more prolifically after a fire, did you know?

And I bought a whole box of 500 staples. Man, does it get any more exciting?

Hoya Flowers and Furious Blood Flow

Posted October 15, 2016 by JJ
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I received my Australian Wildflower Readings Cards but felt a bit swamped by pain this week, which sucks the joy out of typing and discussing cards.

During this lull, I have been collecting a Notepad file of interesting nicknames for Donald Trump:

Comb-over Caligula
Cheeto Jesus
The Orange Turnip
The Furious Yam
The Orange Goblin
The Velveeta Raccoon
The Tangerine Terror

My favourite is The Furious Yam, but Comb-over Caligula seems apt as well. Sounds like the name of a band: Comb-over Caligula and the Furious Yam.

Shades of Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five whom I remember from younger days. “It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under. Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge…”

HOYA – ALIGNMENT – (Hoya australis)


Seemingly random flowers but there is often an underlying Fibonacci alignment in flowers. Five petals and five stamens, speaking of the Furious.

Making the pieces fit, making the pieces align: when in pain it’s hard to make plans, hard to believe anything will align again in my life. I feel scattered and incomplete when I can’t make things or have hope for my ideas.

This also reminds me of blood cells tumbling through veins, picking up oxygen, the biology that is needed to replenish and heal the body. I am planning meals and trying to align nutrition and energy in my body.

Time for a lie down.

Edelweiss Shivers and Throws a Log on the Fire

Posted October 10, 2016 by JJ
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EDELWEISS – (Leontopodium alpinum) – Dedication


Since this is an alpine flower I naturally thought of cold.

It’s Fall here in Canada and cool in the mornings. Being on the temperate west coast, we don’t have central heating in the house, just electric baseboard heaters and a woodstove and fireplace downstairs. I got up yesterday and it was 15 degrees upstairs (59 F for my readers in the USA), and it was obvious that the spouse was not going to put on the fire. I bundled up in a wool scarf, two blankets, and a turtleneck and fleece jacket and toughed it out, eventually drifting into the living room and hovering over an electric baseboard heater.

One of the challenges of this card is “Being too soft or too weak, not speaking up when you need to”, so although moderately warmer today at 16.6 degrees (61.88 F) I could not bring myself to shower and bundled up and came downstairs. The spouse had been up for two hours and had not put on the fire. I’d had enough and asked him why—no answer, so I insisted he start a fire. An hour later the warmth had spread and it was 18 degrees ( 64.4 F) and bearable at least upstairs and a nice, warm 21 (69.8 F) downstairs.

Why do we get so silly about expressing discomfort and not wanting to bother someone to help us? Edelweiss has woolly hairs on its leaves, but I don’t. Part of Dedication I assume is speaking up and looking after yourself. With nerve pain and muscle weakness in my right arm, I am unable to chop and lug wood around. I spoke up, problem solved.




Pohutukawa Challenges Plastic

Posted October 4, 2016 by JJ
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Whew, just when you thought it was safe to use the chop saw…we’ve been having a time building one of the new wardrobes for my closet. It went together, but the spouse put the doors in upside down and they only have melamine on one end. Cheap!

He fixed that, and then we went and bought a length of melamine and had them cut shelves from it at Home Depot. I wanted two extra shelves so I could get lots of craft bits in there. But we had to trim the shelves again at home to make them fit, and the chop saw was making a funny noise and it’s only a year old. Turns out the blade was loose so we had a few tense moments.

A few tense moments in a sea of tense moments across the year. We are worn out.

POHUTUKAWA – Metrosideros excelsa – Transformation


A beautiful flower from New Zealand, with leathery leaves and fine white hairs on the underside. It reminded me of cleansing, sweeping the sawdust out, and the fine hairs remind me of lungs and breathing. Cheralyn says that this card can indicate a lack of hope, drive and courage. I think so as I have felt that so often in the past month.

We are chipping away at things, but perhaps a reminder that like housecleaning, you’ve got to sweep and get the gunk out from underside to complete the transformation.

I got a horrible smelly plastic cupboard out of my closet and replaced it with this small melamine wardrobe. No more miasma of plastic nauseating me when I go into or past the closet. That’s a good result. I’m putting yarn and acrylic paint supplies in there, and it’s cleared a path so I can put away some other things in drawers already in the closet. They are plastic too but they don’t smell.

We have a plan to put the other two wardrobes up on the wall across from my bed. My deck collection is going in there, and hopefully my quilts and quilt tops, so I can get them out of the plastic (retch) bin they are in.

I have a sensitivity to certain plastics. No point being a martyr to such things, as part of this card’s challenge is also about becoming a martyr. I deserve a nice closet and storage, right? I might even hang some pictures in there or maybe some of my old china plates.


Nick and I Contemplate Flowers and the River

Posted October 1, 2016 by JJ
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I finally got the Flower Reading Cards into the database today while the guy was cleaning the woodstove pipe so we could use it safely again.

The spouse is listening to an interview by Peter Mansbridge with Newt Gingrich. I had to get that one out of my head so I put my headphones on and listened to Lee Ritenour’s version of River Man by Nick Drake, which has gorgeous vocals by Kurt Elling, my favourite jazz vocalist.

Probably the last thing I should be doing is listening to this particular Nick Drake song. I can feel depression and withdrawal overtaking me. I’ve had two rip-roaring clinical depressions in my life and the last one lasted ten years and nearly killed me.

But gosh, it’s such a haunting song and that guitar just burbles along.

My arm was too sore to post a 2-card Linestrider Tarot draw I did this week. It was the Five of Pentacles and The Sun, which seemed pretty good after the rain, or the river as the case may be.

Instead, here’s a shot of the database with the new deck.


In lilac time, lalala, in summer time. “Betty said she prayed today for the sky to blow away, or maybe stay, she wasn’t sure. For when she thought of summer rain calling for her mind again…”

Good music on a Friday night. It plays better if you play it at least 10 times in a row.




Preposterous Worms and Niggly Things

Posted September 23, 2016 by JJ
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Remember this little ditty?:

“The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
In your stomach and out your mouth”

Ah the joys of ruminating on death. I have been up for three hours with cascading nerve pain and muscle spasms. My approach for the last three days has been to stop taking pills: no more rushing to alleviate every pain and ache with Tylenol or aspirin.

I lie instead and concentrate on my breath and sometimes magically the pain dies down. I have built up such hatred for my body that I thought I’d try another way, the way of letting it be and just feeling it. The strange thing is that despite outrageous amounts of nerve pain I generally feel kindly toward my body for a change. I feel my breath is a cold compress on inflammation, a caress of comfort where none was to be found.

It’s tough, it’s hard to sleep, but I’m thinking that this habit of gulping anti-inflammatories, apart from making my liver hurt, is much like reaching for junk food when you feel anxiety or anger or sadness. Maybe the better way is to acknowledge it, feel it, breathe with it?

I am also finding that I have more energy and that because of the pain, I’m more careful of what I eat, more caring in reaching for better nutrition. Awareness…it’s a strength of resolve I haven’t had for a while. Drop the mask, drop the masking meds, and then what happens? An interesting thing.