The Spirit Within Crystals and Colour

Finally, my two Crystal Portraits decks arrived yesterday. Worth the wait, I thought I’d do a small colour exercise with the Spirit Within Tarot and some of the new crystal cards. Because I can. Because it’s Saturday and I just finished a playing card jigsaw even though my arm hurts, and so I can fiddle with my cards.

There is nothing better than a rummage through cards.



Actually I do find Howlite relevant here because of the anguish of the person in the background of the Five of Swords, and Howlite’s properties for helping people with PTSD. It calms haunting energies and anxiety. Due to an attack that happened to me when I was 18, I do have PTSD, which flared up after a horrible incident at the job I had before I retired for good. Nightmares and other things. Both Hematite and Howlite refer to being patient, to calming temper.

You are where you are, this is what you’ve got, but nothing is wrong, it’s just the way you think about it. Did I lose the battle or did I simply find a way to be tranquil? I like the thought of art with Hematite because red ochre comes from it, and that was used for cave painting. Even in the Hermitage as I call it, or the cave, I can be creative and enjoy life.

I can also enjoy starting a digital jigsaw from the montage I made yesterday of The Arthur Rackham Oracle. Arthur knows about art.


Ain’t so bad Rock here in the quietude of the Hermitage.




Another Deck Gift for Me

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.




Cryptic Cards by Immy Smith

When I received this deck and book the artist included an extra image and some business cards with cards from the deck on the reverse, so I immediately wanted to get them framed. The lighter mat on top is a bit lighter than in the picture, but you get the idea. This is going on the wall near the wardrobes I keep all my cards in, so I can be surrounded by delightful things.


The deck and book are wonderful, I am so glad that after having this on and off my wish list, I bought it.

The Queen of Hearts blurb from the book:

“Queen of Hearts – Sciartist’s bat moth & small insomniac moth
(Ascalapha scientartifex & Utetheisa insomnia)

These species illustrate the diversity of form found in the Erebidae family, which tiger moths are now part of. They represent me; a little itinerant insomniac, and sciart polymath. I’m really very proud of these cards.”

As you can see, Immy has a sense of humour. Although the moths are real ones, she has taken liberties in the nomenclature and the descriptions. This is the reason I bought the book, so that I could read all these stories and get the Latin genus and see the plays on words. The genus is true, the rest isn’t, but you can still explore the various moths and see her gorgeous artwork.

Up creative insomniacs!!

The Spirit Within Memory Lane



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

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.


The Spirit Within Ships a Coming

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?




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…”