You Always Have Your Cat

Yesterday I was up during the night so I slept in about an hour later than the spouse. When I got up the house was about 15-16° C and I was cold and in pain and I asked him why he hadn’t turned the heat on and he said he wasn’t in the other room, he was in the family room with the woodstove going. Oh gee, now as well as not turning the heat on we are relegated to living in one room.

I got upset. I am very careful with the electric heat and only turn it on when necessary. I save hydro by not using the dryer, I turn lights out, I conserve heat, but I want some comfort when I’m at home too, you know? This was way too far, almost irrational. My neighbours spend $400 per month in the winter to heat their house. I spent $93 last month during the worst of winter, and I had the heat on in my living room during those months so I know it’s been fine.

It made me feel worthless, like I’m a welfare case who can’t afford to heat the house. I finally fled back to my bedroom for a nap and turned the heat on up there and I was nice and cozy. I could hardly speak to him I felt so hurt.

I pulled two cards today to ask about this:



Latex is very talented and successful and her work is appreciated by all. Poor old Joshua has had his heart broken and can’t seem to get beyond it. His cats are comforting him. Don’t suffer in silence Josh, talk about it.

Well, I took my cue from Joshua and explained to the spouse why I like the heating on and how it made me feel yesterday when he refused to turn it on. I wonder with Latex if I simply did not feel appreciated and honoured by having the comfort of some heat in the house after I’d worked hard to conserve hydro and keep our bills down for months?

I think so. And remember, you always have your cat, no matter how poorly the parsimonious fink you live with behaves.

Another thing about Latex, she knows her destiny and takes care of herself, she chooses to be successful. Joshua could learn from that to speak up for himself, talk that out before it turns to resentment.

Today was a better day. Josh took the cats to the grocery store and bought them some broccoli. They were ecstatic!


Ace of Pentacles/Coins Across Decks

I saw in my statistics page that someone had come to my site searching for images of the Ace of Coins. I thought to myself that this might make an excellent study.

Danger, danger, hours later after searching through dozens of decks and scanning, adjusting, rotating and labelling in Photoshop, I’m a bit punchy. When you’re in a funk, nothing helps like a bit of sorting, categorization, and organization. This was more than a bit, but hey it made for a keenly interesting day.

Dealing mostly with the Rider-Waite model (here used in the Universal Waite deck) I decided that there were three kinds of imagery with this card: the classic “hand of God” approach; the figurative approach related to the theme like in the Golden Tarot; and the pattern and shape decorated or changed similar to a pip in transformation playing cards, like in this marvelous Ace of Pentacles in the Sun and Moon.

In this study I am ignoring the figurative approach, and looking more at the other two.






I don’t see too many people using the Fradella deck but it’s one of my favourites.

















I’ve talked about that Universal Fantasy card before, it reminds me so much of an old brooch.

So that’s it, about 8 hours of work and 39 decks!



Princess Avoids the World



The Princess of the Labyrinth can’t let go of the doctor, even though he says there is nothing wrong with her.

Hearing that cheery old chum Rolf Harris was convicted of sexual abuse of children, one as young as seven, the Princess has put on her gas mask and refuses to engage with a world where things like this happen. The doctor was her last link and he is walking out. It is too tough to face the empty glass, the random roll of the dice, the swords and endless doors of the labyrinth.

The doctor is smiling, knowing that he has done everything he can, and somewhat relieved that he is not going to be trapped in this labyrinth of gloom and hopelessness any more. He tried and tried to get the Princess to focus on better things, to get involved, to do something, but she just wanted a pill or a medical diagnosis to latch on to.

She would have been better to focus on finishing the quilt blocks she started with labyrinthine patterns. The doctor thought she was getting better then, but she kept buying and buying fabric and books, dreaming about things she wanted to do instead of actually doing anything.

Now she sits, inert, disappointed in herself, and feeling that living is pointless.

It is a true thing: No one else can make it go away, you have to think differently. Realize that and the labyrinth becomes a magical place with many doors of discovery and endless exploration.




Bertie Examines New Horizons With His Sharp Sight



Bertie is moving on from his job at the Soda Pop Factory, to discover his destiny.

While bottling pop today, the word “perspicacious” popped into his mind and wouldn’t leave. After his lunch and a consultation with the big dictionary in the employee’s lounge, Bertie also had the phrase “keenly discerning” going through his mind. He realized from this new perspective that bottling pop was not what he should be doing with his life.

On afternoon break he handed in his notice and they told him to leave the premises immediately, fearing that Bertie’s sharp-sighted analysis of such limiting work would infect his co-workers. Pay them no mind Bertie, press onward to discovery!

Bertie thinks he might like to write anacrostic puzzles for the local newspaper and perhaps take up sewing.



A Knightly Cento



Whisper has been inspired by his friend Bobby to write a cento. It took him a bit of time to fix the mechanism, to create his poem, his collage of magical words. He now has that toy tuned up and bouncing the possibilities, arms wide to the enchantment of moving the words of the world around and around.

With knightly energy of purpose, he stirs the ocean of still water.


(Many thanks to Bobby for her inspiration.)


In youth my mind was just a mirror
of children dead a century before
in the days before my own life had begun,
An apple which has not begun to mellow; the ratio
For me, always, there will be this earth: tiny.

As when silt drifts and sifts down through muddy pond-water
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
But now, sleeper, the neighbours and the parade are over
My blood burns and burns.
No one walks down to the water today.

Judith A. Johnston




In youth my mind was just a mirror (Edgar Lee Masters – “Ernest Hyde”)
of children dead a century before (Eric Ormsby “Old Photographs of Children”)
in the days before my own life had begun, (Galway Kinnell – “The Last River”)
An apple which has not begun to mellow; the ratio (Marianne Moore – “An Ardent Platonist”)
For me, always, there will be this earth: tiny. (Czeslaw Milosz – “Songs of Adrian Zielínski)
As when silt drifts and sifts down through muddy pond-water (Theodore Roethke – “Meditations of an Old Woman”)
of grief. I come into the presence of still water. (Wendell Berry – “The Peace of Wild Things”)
But now, sleeper, the neighbours and the parade are over (P.K. Page – “The Sleeper”)
My blood burns and burns. (Al Purdy – “Still Life in a Tent”)
No one walks down to the water today. (Sue Sinclair – “A View of Bell Island, October 2001”)



Scoop Gets Practical



Scoop is quite a dreamer, wanting to spend his time making stories up with his glove puppets and researching the history of puppets in human civilization. Realistically though, as interesting as the Wayang puppet theatre of Indonesia is, it has no immediate application or relevance to Scoop’s life in Water Cup Desert.

It’s so enticing to read all day or put on glove puppet plays for “X” his box toy friend. They both enjoy it but Scoop needs to be realistic and find some work. Keep the dream but use it for work, maybe in a theme park?

With so many choices in his life path, Scoop gets confused and exhausted thinking about which way to go, and he feels barely able to create. There are practical ways of using his skill as a puppet master, and “X” is giving him a pep talk to start ONE thing and simply get going, get out of his focus on daydreams.

Easier said than done, eh Scoop? Perhaps start with making a pattern for that metal purse frame you bought. Then sew a mock-up to make sure it fits the frame. Once that’s done, you can sew up the purse in good fabric with some embroidery of cups on it. It will be great to have a nice purse to keep your theatre receipts in.

Scoop smiles weakly and thinks it might work. Maybe he could embroider a picture of a box toy on the front? “X” has offered to model for that; it’s good to have such support for a concrete endeavour.



The Three Amigos in the Desert



It’s a slow Monday in Water Cup Desert, but these three chaps have gotten together to sip the soy out of their cheery cups. They did a laundry and are now watching their clothes dry in the sun on the clothesline.

They occasionally get up and putter at something: making lunch, sweeping the floor, refilling their glasses, putting water in the ice trays to freeze in the icebox, that sort of thing. Kitty likes his two friends Binky and Blinky because they remind him of the first Sandman comic and the mask that Dream wore.

My, isn’t it warm today? Not a breeze to disturb them as they enjoy each other’s company. Maybe they should invite Bundie around to sip the soy? Well, maybe later, it’s pleasant with just the three friends, sitting in loving contentment.

“Slurp.” Gosh, where are Kitty’s manners? The dice roll their eyes, expanding and contracting in the desert heat.