Posted tagged ‘Moon’

Count on Success with the Moon

August 5, 2017

32 – MOON

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More great success in Pixelmator! I imported some of my Photoshop brushes into the program, including the copyright symbol I like to use on scans of cards. I added a border too and used a flower brush. What could be better?

The Mystical Lenormand Moon tells me I can count on success, acknowledgement and promotion. Whee!

Time to get that calligraphy done, apparently the time is right.

And I noodled around doing a jigsaw of one of my favourite decks, the Blue Dog Rose Tarot. Such lovely animals and colours in this one.

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A few hours went by, I said to myself “Do another one” so I did and I have decided I don’t actually mind having to duplicate the layer to make a drop shadow because I have oodles more control.

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Rabbits Know the Mystery of Kindness

May 16, 2015

I have reached the pinnacle of human knowledge: I found out how to do automatic duplex printing on my inkjet printer yesterday. It’s a small thing but it worked. I then made myself a lined insert for my fauxdori on new paper that I can use with fountain pens. Yeah, it’s very exciting.

18 – MOON
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Another drop-dead gorgeous card from the Blue Dog Rose Tarot.

Oh sure, learn duplex printing la-dee-da, then forget to spend 2 minutes adjusting for the crummy scanning abilities of the printer. I had to go back and adjust those Levels in Photoshop, it bugged me. A tricky thing obsession…

The ever-changing moon-like quality of life, impermanence and the tricky quality of computers and crazy 3-day weekend traffic and how the world is changing, leaving one tharn (see Watership Down for clarification), and overwhelmed, frozen in uncertainty.

I can’t get it all out of my mind, I saw photographs of parrots being smuggled by being stuffed in plastic pop bottles and I can’t get it out of my mind, I just want to escape the human species, the insufferable disconnection we have to our cruelty.

I was in a public washroom yesterday. Two stalls one sink. The woman ahead of me went to the sink and rattled out a bunch of make-up on the counter and was standing there peering at herself. I cringed in and washed my hands, apologizing, and thanked her when I’d finished washing my hands. As I left she said in a confrontational tone “You could have waited your turn” to which I replied “Yes I could have, sorry” and left.

Had I waited and stood behind her waiting and waiting while she did her hair and make-up, no doubt she would have crabbed “What are you looking at?” or “Why are you watching me?” or some such thing. I was never going to win, she was a troglodyte from her bleached hair, pink striped t-shirt, denim overalls, and hard, lined face; looking for a fight, looking to be mean. Make-up and teenybopper clothes won’t help you, woman at the mirror.

I fled, not wanting to interact with people for weeks again. Under the Moon, I sit and ponder how much better the Universe would be without all of us, we humans stuffing birds into plastic bottles and pretending we are pretty.

Starches and Sounds in the Moonscape

March 24, 2015

I had two books on order that I could not afford. The spouse went into a sulk, I thought about it for a day, then I cancelled the order and put through an inter-library loan for the books. This was okay but I felt rather withdrawn. I read somewhere that when you start running out of room for books and buying too many, that you should read what you have. I have some fantastic art and reference books that I have dipped into but not read through, so this seemed like a good idea.

I had a dream last night where raw potatoes were floating in the sky. The eyes and bruises had been cut off but the skin was still on. Then I thought I heard a puppy crying in distress and woke up. I searched around the house thinking one of the pets was sick, but nothing. I wondered what this dream might be about.

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That Moon looks like a big, raw potato on the sky, and the wolf might have been calling a few seconds ago. You never know.

The Moon is the world of dreams and the unconscious. Mystery and connecting deeply to the soul and illusion. Maybe something about potential, the raw potatoes, scrubbed and trimmed and ready to go, floating magically in the sky of potential, and the fear, the sound the frightened puppy made.

I wake very easily, particularly with sound, so maybe the puppy was trying to wake me up? Also the thought of heaviness, a heavy potato, floating effortlessly, as if all the burdens in my mind were weightless.

 

 

In the Garden with the Moon

September 20, 2014

Someone very kindly sent me an English book for the Lenormand deck weeks ago. Up to now I have only had French and German books which get a bit tedious to translate when I just want to do a daily draw and not a protracted study. I wanted to give that book a go periodically with 2-card draws. I am using The Illustrative Lenormand Oracle which I made in 2009 from heavily modified WMF clip art and linework brushes in Photoshop.

20 – GARDEN
32 – MOON

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This seemed like a strange draw until we got a call at 8 a.m. that a contractor was available to put in a new side door on our garage. The original door was simply a plywood slab door with a hasp. The wood had worn so that the screws for the hinges kept coming out. Wasps had nested in the door one summer, and it was warped from rain and snow.

Here is the new door and frame, needing paint but noticeably improved.

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Last week we got our old aspen tree in the front garden cut down, it was rotten enough to fall on our hydro wires so had to go, and then a day later they came back to grind two enormous tree stumps, two huge surface roots, and 10 other smaller stumps. The spouse has been digging out rotten roots with crown galls, caused by a type of bacteria that aspens are prone to. They are woody and knobbly and come to the surface attached to roots. So far he has dug up over 20 of them and some of them had about 3 other smaller galls attached to them.

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This particularly one measured about 30 cm or a foot and was dug out while the contractor was hanging our new door. You can imagine how easy it was to trip over these in the front lawn. Hopefully with reseeding we might have a lawn again. I loved that aspen tree, which came from the woods behind our house, but it was perhaps not the best tree for a specimen tree since it sends out suckers for new trees and is prone to disease. The previous owner of the house dug it up and planted it and 30 years later we are left with the problems.

So I think of all this with my Lenormand draw. The Garden card can be about gardens but it generally points to people and public places. It reminds me of contractors and trying to get work done to improve our environment and bring our property back to loveliness.

The Moon card reminds me of cycles, cycles and seasons in the garden and how you know you’ve let it go, how that niggles at you. Healthy trees require care and intuition. It brings a sadness to lose a beloved tree. I find trees very spiritual, they saved me when I had my last clinical depression and the initial disappointment of the loss of my physical health.

The other funny thing about this card, which can point to artistic people, is that a card deck I mentioned here over a year ago came back to mind. I had seen my blog come up in search terms for the deck, but at the time I mentioned it, I didn’t have the money. However, I would like to get it as it’s hand drawn/painted and has birds, animals, and insects, so I think I’ll save up and try to get it in November.

That’s me in the Garden with the Moon.

 

 

Cormorant Barks at the Moon

July 28, 2008

Daily Draw July 28th, 2008

I’m going to use a set of postcards I got related to the Sandman comics. They have such interesting artwork and they came in a ribboned box with 40 different cards–very nice.

This card was originally from a set of Vertigo trading cards and the artist is Teddy Kristiansen.

It’s the Sandman, but what strikes me is the moon in the shape of a penannular bracelet. Very old, very ancient, steeped in history. His coat tail looks a bit like a cormorant spreading its wings and raising its eyes to the penannular moon.

A mysterious image, reminds me of ritual under ancient skies and the shimmer of intuition dredged up from the ancient brain at the base of the human skull.

Cormorants symbolize a touch of vampire traits. In heraldry “The Cormorants have been used as symbols of nobility, indulgence, and in more modern times a totem for fishermen and a bountiful catch.” The great cormorant is a deep black colour with a huge wingspan and looks very ancient, and frightening, very unusual. On an online dream dictionary, I found that cormorants mean “Intellectual ideas that have the power to dig deep and bring up unconscious wisdom. Because the cormorant is used to dive and catch fish, it suggests you are practising some form of introspection or self examination.”

So perhaps a day for biological intuition? I shall skulk naked through the long grass and woods under the moon tonight letting my primitive brain wreak havoc on the fish in the pond. Oh well, maybe not, but a day for primitive, emotive thought and reflection, pondering under the light of mystery and psychic knowing.

Intuitive connection, bathing in the light of Moon, black, black wings.