Orbits of the Homeless
I completed the quilted laptop cover I made yesterday, so that’s the end of sewing until I reach my new home whenever that will be. I had hoped to start a block for the new appliqué pattern I bought called Lollypop Trees by Kim Mclean, but I won’t have room in the car due to transporting 2 dogs and a cat, so I can only take minimal stuff.
This homelessness has been playing on my mind, causing me to dream of motels and losing my keys, and being in a flap, ungrounded.
Today I am using the 2006 self-produced deck, Spiro Tarot, by Gail Kettleson. Someone traded this with me years ago, and I like it because it’s one of the decks reliant on amorphous symbolism, colour, and a free-flying approach to interpretation. Plus it was produced by hand and this is a number 5/100 in a limited first edition.
Gail is now selling her decks through The Game Crafter and she has a charming one with shelter dogs that I fancy.
XXI THE WORLD
I guess I’ve been told off. The World is mine no matter where I orbit, no matter how lost I feel. There are radiant points of light visible in the clouds, along with the Spirograph map superimposed on the world that will guide me.
Everything is possible without restrictions, and the horizon will expand.
I COULD think of it that way.