Are you Bletted, Blessed Folk?

I am still fiddling with selecting my cards out from the background in Affinity Photo. I still can’t believe that this is so hard not to get ragged edges and faint remnants of the background. Today I tried feathering and shrinking the selection and finally resorted to using the one row selection to delete some edges.

Anyway, I shall continue experimenting. For today’s card, you get two: the first one is a bit jagged, and the second one is not, although the background on the second one is not as pretty.

MEDLAR – Mespilus germanicus – MOTIVATION

Channeling I Claudius I say in reverent tones “Ah, the noble Germanicus…”


Motivation 2

Lisa says on the back of the card, “What creative thinking can you apply to each task so that you can see the value in them?” which is a bit like living in the moment so that each task does not seem unexciting because you’re in the Zen groove of fetching water.

Barring that you can put Langhorne Slim & the Law on and contemplate the way we move.

Interestingly, the fruit of the Medlar needs to be bletted before you eat it which means that it has to ripen into mushiness, so that it develops full sugars to be edible. The idea here of creativity and ideas ripening to just the perfect time, letting things come to fruition and knowing when it’s time to start a project is rather neat.

Let things ripen to activate those creativity sugars.




Goat, I See You

My latest ear worm is a song by Quebec band Dumas which can be heard underlying a new television commercial for Liberté Greek Yogurt. I had to look this up and found a snippet on YouTube with a link to an MP3 of the full song. It’s called Quand Je Te Vois  (When I See You.) I very much like the guitar in this.

I was trying to draw this week but it’s so cold in the basement I got the bright idea of making myself a pair of easy fingerless gloves. I’ve had them damp blocking for two days, so they should be ready to sew up today. I got two letters written and these gloves done but not much else.




Standing watch, no one gets in or out. I feel trapped in the house this week. We dropped the price of our house and had 4 viewings but then nothing. Clunk. The walls close in as Autumn cold seeps into my world.

Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the day we met on a blind date, and we did little but sit in front of the television. I managed to get in a couple hours of respite alone reading a biography of Edna St. Vincent Millay in the living room, and I wrote a 4-page letter, but other then that, I felt like screaming: trapped, crushed, stasis.

One of the reasons I don’t post here much right now is that I’m in quite a down period and don’t like to blather on about it.

This goat is a climber and very good at balance. I think he’s telling me about balance. A perennial reminder for me.

Quand Je Te Vois, lalalala……..





Finchy Sounds in the iEther

This is what happens when you don’t sleep all night: a Java Finch flies by and whispers, “Why don’t you spend seven hours using your iTunes gift cards and download hours of musical magic?” I agreed that this would be a good thing and found myself bouncing in the chair at 2:30 a.m. to Elvis Costello and the Metropole Orkest doing Watching the Detectives, and later, some chair dancing to Langhorne Slim & the Law doing The Way We Move.

Java Finch – (Padda oryzivora)


And move we did Java and I, bouncing along to Better Than Anything by Irene Kral and New Frontier by Donald Fagan. To get a gold star you have to look these up.

Then I finished this jigsaw of another of Megan Weber’s photographs of the Animalis Os Fortuna Tarot. This is all a good use of time for insomniacs driven mad by being awake the entire night. Hey, nothing wrong with my brain chemicals. Click to enlarge.


I managed to grab 30 minutes and then another 1.5 hours after 8 a.m. but I’m running on electric music. Speaking of which, I also nabbed part 1 of Steve Reich’s Different Trains with the Kronos Quartet that I’ve wanted for at least 15 years, and also from the same album Electric Counterpoint III with Pat Metheny which I auspiciously heard in the car yesterday on the way to the library. It was a sign to remain alert to possibilities in the a.m. I hear and obey, wired for sound.

The 3 of Diamonds is apparently about domestic conflicts according to Deborah Leigh. Now, now we can’t be having fights over whether to download Wade Hemsworth’s Black Fly Song or the haunting new version of You Go to My Head by Cassandra Wilson.

Don’t be a jerk, let the spouse download Steve Goodman’s The Dutchman and you can get Serafina by Jane Bunnett and Kellylee Evans.

Now, didn’t that work out? Listen to that Java Finch sing. He’s hankering to dance to…whisper it…Beautiful Stranger by Madonna.

Eclectic musical interests win the day again!



The Memory of the King of Swords

My oldest cat followed me downstairs this morning, and I paused on a step to pat her head coming up behind me and said “Just you and me Betty, you and me in the morning.” Her name is Tosca, but her real name is Betty Plodgett. Thus spoke the Universe to me one day 14 years ago.

A good cat friend in the quietude of the morning is a great, great thing. I’m not sure if I’ll have cat friends after my two current friends die. It is getting too expensive and too emotionally difficult to deal with ageing and death in pets.

I heard a song on the radio, an old song from 1971 by the Guess Who with Burton Cummings singing exquisitely. It’s called Sour Suite, and the break in the middle keeps going through my mind:

But it’s too late now
It’s too late now
It’s too late now

Whatever happened to images, ’cause now they’re gone
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin’ on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It’s just like four six two oh one
It’s just like four six two oh one






Oh my, the Sword family is coming to play this week. It’s the King of ideas and intellect, black horse rearing in the background, the air in a whirl, white birds flapping.

I am writing today. I have some creative ideas completed, and further artwork ideas for a review I am writing but rather than hold up the review, I’ll add them next year. The last review I wrote was for the Diary of a Broken Soul Tarot and I am so slow to create that it was held up for two years. This time I shall add to it, keep it alive with momentum.

Happy Sunday!





The Moog Improves My Mood

After a great day yesterday drawing and re-organizing my Prismacolor pencils, today was an absolute drag.

In the evening around 8 p.m. I put this song on by Snarky Puppy called Thing of Gold. I heard this amazing thing last week on the radio and couldn’t get the “hook” out of my mind.

Here is a YouTube audio-only version (which they have mistakenly titled Things [plural] of Gold:

If you want to be blown away watch their video of performing it:

The guy on the Moog synthesizer is amazing, as is the sax guy and the two horn players, the other keyboards, the strings and guitars. Such an incredible arrangement, but it works. It burbles along, letting your mind soar, thinking of possibilities and the mystery of life and the whole shebang.

That hook man. Does anybody remember when the Moog synthesizer was practically the size of a house?

So, now I’m drawing a card for tomorrow in an effort to thwart the Blue Meanies before they come back.



That’s right, the Fool plays with the ball, throwing it in the air, listening to the sounds of a Moog in the distance and violins, and he trips along, a magical song burbling out from his mind, revolving in the wind and dancing, dancing.

Oh let’s listen to it again.


Sad Songs Beat the Island of Lamentation

The spouse was playing a DVD of John Prine last night and the last song was Hello in There which is one of the saddest songs I know and kept going through my head all night. This is from the DVD we own.

I thought to make a list of sad songs this morning. These are songs that make me cry, grip my heart, make me feel ill with melancholy. Here are a few others on my list:

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter Paul and Mary
Lady Mary Ann by Jean Redpath (a Robert Burns song)
American Tune by Paul Simon
The Lark Ascending by Ralph Vaughan Williams
Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What a Wonderful World by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

Heart grippers all. Whew.

I was also thinking about an old card deck. Yeah, the old decks are precious kids, remember. From The Celtic Book of the Dead by Caitlin Matthews, one of the few collage decks I can stand.



What, has the Universe been listening to my playlist?

This is about “…falling into the lamentation of the past, its unfairness, and the restrictions it places upon present actions.” It is also about how you can be influenced by other people. Hang around sad people (or sad songs) and you become sad.

You know what that means, don’t you? Yup, it’s time for Pat Metheny and Beat 70. Dare you to be sad.

Way to be Pat. Happy Sunday everybody!


The Wooden Ships Alchemist

Daily Draw September 30th, 2012

I finally got a copy of Crosby Stills and Nash’s Wooden Ships which is a song I’ve loved for decades, although I didn’t discover it until 10 years after it was a hit. I wrote a poem about it once called Wooden Ships Salient. The nice thing about having this song is that I can put it on endless repeat.

We are signing our wills in two days so that will finally be done. I have been feeling so ill lately I wanted to get something in place. You never know, as you let the guitar and organ chords wash over you, if this will be the last time you hear them.


Music is alchemy.



composed by David Crosby, Stephen Stills and Paul Kantner

If you smile at me, I will understand
‘Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
In the same language

I can see by your coat, my friend
You’re from the other side
There’s just one thing I got to know
Can you tell me please, who won?

Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now
Haven’t got sick once
Probably keep us both alive

Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy
Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be
Talkin’ ’bout very free and easy

Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don’t need us

Go, take your sister then, by the hand
Lead her away from this foreign land
Far away, where we might laugh again
We are leaving, you don’t need us

And it’s a fair wind blowin’ warm
Out of the south over my shoulder
Guess I’ll set a course and go