Mousy, mouthy, muddled mind.
My manners mingle.
Finding that writing is a great comfort to me, as I get to various stopping points, where I can pack little else, or must rest awhile. For a very long time, I have wanted a household altar, a retablo, folk art display of our journey, expression of gratitude. A corner set aside for the sacred. There will be space for that soon. I have no idea what form it will take, but it feels important, not just a vague idea, eventually. Soon, this time.
Got out the tarot cards. No, I don't believe they have any future cognition, bits of paper. But they are human events, archetypes, that come up randomly, to ask one's own mind to look at one's thoughts differently - like art, or a good book at the right moment. And I'm not entirely convinced that synchronicity is entirely happenstance. As is often the case, I found it useful.
Much more packing today, corners cleared. There is always more. Rolled up the one rug, packed away clothes we won't need for this week, folded up some shelves. D looking at a very difficult day, and nothing I can do to help.
Oh, and Happy Static Electricity Day!
January 9th: National Static Electricity Day
Grab your balloons and sweaters! It’s time to uild up your static charge and conduct some electrons. This is the perfect holiday to occur in the dead of winter, when the air is extra dry – the optimal conditions for storing up those negative charges that shock you at the most unexpected times. (As suggested by Mental Floss.)
4 comments:
You're on the home stretch now, I'm glad you are finding moments to post here, but to also take a rest now and then.
Good luck this coming week in getting everything done that needs to get done.
Good to hear that packing is going well, and organised.
Who needs a special day for static? I'm too good at picking up the stuff any time-annoying and painful!!
I really like your grounded take on the tarot. Resonates with me.
millenium mice,
moulder miraculously.
mighty mountains moan.
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