Monday, October 7, 2013

The Wheel Keeps on Turning

The Fool
One day in 1991, walking home from my job at a sandwich shop to my apartment near Loyola, I passed a tiny shop on Maple Street called Crystal Accents.  Once I walked through the door, I knew my life would never be the same.  I was surrounded by books and crystals and incense, and most importantly an energy I had never felt before—one of openness to things we don’t see but feel.  At the time, I suppose the life of a college sorority girl wasn't providing much meaning for me, and I was searching for more.  A sign on the wall advertised classes in reading tarot cards and astrology, and I jumped at the opportunity, never expecting it to take me anywhere in particular.  I just wanted to see what it was all about.  But after this training under NOLA Psychic Judith Faye, I began reading tarot cards for my friends, for myself, and with Judith for parties and conventions.  

X - The Wheel of FortuneMany people put tarot cards in a box of dark, occult fantasy, removed from everyday life.  I believe everything happens for a reason, and that some force guides us to the cards we choose.  Whether you call that force your own subconscious mind, a guiding force outside of you, or a collaboration of the Spirit within and without, the result is the same.  These cards represent what is happening in our real lives every day.  While they always have the same central energy, each card’s meaning will change depending on the cards around them and the energy of the person who is seeking guidance.  Each represents a single moment on our own personal wheel of fortune, and every person is somewhere on that wheel.  After learning to read tarot cards, I understood the world in a different way, based on the Jungian ideas of the collective unconscious and synchronicity, and the global symbolism and mythology of the cards I was reading. 

Since that time, I have also lived the life of a lawyer, an English teacher, a writer, a wife, a mother of two and a stepmom of three.  I have not forgotten my Catholic upbringing; my kids attend Catholic school as I did.  I live in the “real world,” and my life is pretty mainstream.  But I have always been searching, especially the last few years.  

Fast forward to 2013.  I was driving down Lake Avenue in Bucktown in September, on my way home from my "mom errands" to my house in Lakeview, and drove by a place called the Metaphysical Resource Center.  Major deja vu.  Not having time to stop in right then, I looked them up online as soon as I got home.  It was like a virtual homecoming.  Something in me wanted to reach out.  I called, told them I was in the neighborhood, and asked if they needed a tarot reader.  The man I spoke to responded positively and told me to stop by when I could so we could talk more about it. 

A few days later I walked into the shop in between trips to the grocery store and the drug store.  When I got there, I realized I had met Sid Patrick (the owner) and his friends on a chance encounter in Cassadaga, Florida, earlier this summer.  We had met while taking an orb tour at the Spiritualist camp there.  I was there on the pretense of researching Alice Flagler, the subject of my book.  She was very involved in the Spritualism movement in Florida.  I thought she may have come to the camp around its opening in 1893.  But truly, I was still searching for myself just as much as for Alice.

Powerful Spirit on the Orb Tour?

Magne and Denise were in Cassadaga with Sid, and they were both in the shop when I walked in.  They recognized me and gave me a very warm welcome.  It was Magne I spoke to on the phone.  We worked out the details, and I will be a part time reader at the Center starting this week.

I said I lived in the real world, but I believe that the real world needs a large dose of real magic.  I believe we are still in our infancy in how we understand our own brains, the world around us, and especially spirituality.  When I started The Artist's Way, one of the visions I had for myself was to start reading tarot cards again.  Over the years I have realized that instead of feeling alone and isolated in my deep sensitivity and empathy for the feelings of others, I can help raise the vibrations of others so that they too can understand things on a deeper level. I didn’t know how it would happen, or where, or whether I would be able to find work during the day while the kids were in school.  All the work I had done in the past had been at night.  

It seems I have manifested my vision.  Coming to the Center felt like coming home, much like I felt in 1991.  I am living proof that synchronicity is real and ever present in our lives.  The universe gives us what we ask for—not always in the way we expect it, and not always in our own time.  But in divine time.   

Down here on earth, we are all human beings first, none better than any other, all connected, all gifted in different areas.  My gifts are compassion, intuition, empathy and imagination—vision for how our lives can be different in ways we haven’t even thought of yet.  I hope I can help a few people feel as connected as I do right now.
Thoth Sun  Thoth Art  Thoth Empress  Thoth Lovers  Thoth Adjustment

Saturday, September 14, 2013

More loss.

There are no words I can come up with to express what W. H. Auden has already written about grief in what is popularly known as "Funeral Blues."  To the little life that we conceived and lost, so unexpectedly, so quickly, gone before we knew it, leaving us changed forever.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I think I understand why people don't talk about miscarriages.  God seems to give you a gift, and then rips it away from you for no apparent reason.  It is the most bewildering, confounding experience, and one is left with nothing to show for it except a shattered heart.  It is hard to imagine a divine plan here.  

Then's like this now.  It will have to do.  Here's hoping for understanding one day.  

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Ahhhhhh, vacation... Destination: Slow.

This has got to be the best time of life.  First day of a two week vacation, relaxing in the hotel room, waiting for the hotel water park to open because we gained two hours arriving at Phoenix at 7 pm last night.  Watching the British Open (which started at 3:30 am here).  And everybody is happy.

It's supposed to be 97 degrees in Phoenix today, a rare cool front having moved in.  Yesterday I believe the high was 104.  What a perfect day for a wave pool!  Michael and Victor will get a chance to tour the Arizona Cardinal stadium, which would be their 13th or 14th stadium on their quest to see them all. Will they make it?  Or will the Oasis Water Park at the Arizona Grand Resort win out?  Isn't it lovely to know that it's all good?

The anticipation combined with the relaxation is what makes this the perfect moment.  We have so many great times to look forward to.  Sedona, the new age capital of the southwest and the most beautiful city in the country, according to some, is home to natural red rock canyons and Slide Rock State Park in the Oak Creek valley.  Monday night when we get there we will take a full moon Moonlight Hike at Red Rock State Park.  Maybe the next day I will get a past life, aura, or dosha reading.  Or just take a jeep tour exploring the beautiful off-road scenery.  Maybe we'll see one of their famous vortexes, areas that amplify the energy within you.  It's all there.

After that, through Flagstaff to visit a dear friend of Victor's, and then onto the Grand Canyon.  Two days at the South Rim, two at the North Rim.  I have no intention of hiking all the way down into the canyon.  I'm not trained for that and neither are my two kids.  I'm sure Victor thinks he can do it, because he thinks he can do anything.  I won't naysay him because his optimism is a constant source of joy for me, and often a whack on the side of the head--just what I need in any given circumstance.  I will let the tension between his pushing and the kids resisting set the pace of the trip.

We will then move on to Utah, first to Bryce Canyon, then to Zion.  After a couple of days in each we move on to Las Vegas.  Three places I have never visited, so I'm interested, but not terribly invested in any particular outcome.  In Vegas we have tickets to see a couple of shows, but otherwise, we have no tours, no schedule, nowhere in particular to be.

My goal for this vacation is to enjoy each moment.  In the past, I have tried to overplan vacations, and everyone always seems to end up disappointed in some way.  That is because other human beings come into play besides me.  After having planned a vacation for months, these three other fellow travelers suddenly have opinions.  I try to involve them in the planning, but they are not immersed in it like I am, so they can only say so much.  Once we get to our destination, things often don't go as planned, to the delight of some, the disappointment of others.  More often than not, I will feel resentment and frustration over all that wasted time planning.

Not this time.  I am surrendering control, and the rest of this vacation is about connecting with my family in a beautiful setting.  It's about balance.  I found cheap plane tickets.  I arranged reasonable, interesting and varied lodging.  I scheduled three time sensitive activities.  I'm done.  From now on, I let the spirit move us.  The best times on past vacations have been at coffee shops and in the car.  I've finally realized that, although some geographical spots are really special, what makes a trip memorable is an intangible mix of the atmosphere, the experiences, the people experiencing them, and the random digressions put in their path.  I look forward to discovering the unique brew of the upcoming days.  And for now, I wonder...what's next?

Saturday, June 15, 2013

A Few Notes on Disney

The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of travel.  Disneyworld, a happy blur of thrills, family time, and bodily pain; Cassadaga, a slowed down escape from life as I know it; and Washington D.C., a reminder of what history and freedom are all about.

About Disney...who hasn't been there?  Do I really need to tell you what it's about?  This was a 7th grade grad trip for my thirteen year old son and his friends.  Firsts for us:  staying at a non-budget hotel (the Contemporary) and getting the park-hopper pass.  Is it worth it?  Depends on how much you've got to spend and what your physical limits are.  

In the past, we've always done one park in one day.  Cheaper, and less pressure to do everything you possibly can till the parks close.  I think I prefer that way.  The park hopper was convenient in that we could take advantage of the extra magic hours at whatever park was offering them without having to have been there all day, and we could jump to whatever park had shorter lines.  But I have to say that we stayed at the parks longer and walked around more than I ever have before.  I could barely walk towards the end of the trip.  I don't think I can take any more luxury park-hopper tickets.  I did like the Contemporary, but any onsite hotel would have been about the same.  They all have nice pools and come with the extra magic hours.  

One great thing I discovered about Disney this time...gluten free bread throughout the park!  This made me happy.  

I know that people say Disney world is fake and under the surface is an evil empire just waiting to take your money, yeah, yeah, yeah....  But we buy it.  And we love it.  And we keep coming back.  And we are happy when we are there.  They have mastered customer service.  And that is a real place where we have real vacations and real quality family time, and really experience people trying to make other people happy.  We are all desperate for a taste of that now and then.  I don't care if it's just big business.  I like knowing a place like that is around.

Yes, I'd be happier if the prices were a little lower.  But I've adjusted my expectations somewhat as I've become more attuned to the process and value of creativity.  And now I pay my money and treat the entire place as a gigantic work of art.  I value art.  People pay big money for art.  And it is priceless.  

So thank you Walt Disney, for making all our wishes come true, just for a few days.  

Most beautiful fake castle in the world!  And most wonderful kids. 
It's grainy, but yes, that is the full flower moon hanging in the sky behind us.  What a night.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

I worry

This blog has been sorely neglected for the past several months.  Here are some reflections on life since 2012.

I have already recorded the losses of last year, and am usually able to put those behind me.  I'm more careful about going down the stairs.  What if I fell?  When I have an unidentified ache or pain, I'm sure it's a debilitating and terminal illness.   Life is short and uncertain.  I know that more now than ever.  My response?  Eat dessert first.  Enjoy the sweetness while you can.  Who knows how long it will last?

My oldest child, Michael, is about to go to high school.  How is that possible?  Granted, high school starts a little early in New Orleans Catholic schools--8th grade rather than 9th.  But still, next year, he's going to be roaming the halls with 18 year olds.  He's like a little adult in many ways, but...he's never been to Hooters.  And they're going to take him there!  Oh, the agony!  Innocence...bye bye.

And Isabella starts middle school next year--5th grade.  Ten years old, nearly 11, a charming young lady, growing and blooming, not like a weed but like the most beautiful flower in the garden.  People say she's all legs.  It's not really fair--shorts that look normal on other girls look shorter on her.  What's a mom to do?  Her beauty, her love of people, her kind and trusting that a recipe for disaster?  Thank goodness she's got brains to go with all that.  Still, she's a tween.  I worry.

Mostly I worry about losing them.  Not to death but to silence.  They are becoming teenagers, and in eight years, they will both be out of the house.  Sooner than that, they will realize the imperfections of their parents, pass the certain judgment only a teen can pass, and begin to prefer ANYONE else to us.  Will they come back?  It's okay if it's not right away, but one day?

In the midst of this worry, I'm trying to write.  I'm fascinated by my subject, a woman who lived in the fin de siecle, 1848--1930, the wife of a wealthy man who struggled to find her identity, her soul, and eventually her sanity.  The book has taken me from New York City in the 1880s to St. Augustine and Palm Beach in the 1890s, from dance halls to dressmakers, from New York society to Florida crackers, and from seances to asylums.  I could focus on it for hours, days even, and the writing makes me feel alive, worthy, connected to the universe somehow.

And then I remember that I have a family who still need me.  They seem independent, but that doesn't mean I should stop connecting as much as I can.  It is my most important purpose.

I struggle with that balancing act every day.  Today I know that my family may not be around forever. They have to be first right now, or I will most certainly lose them.  I will write when I can.  I will not give up my passion.  With it, I have more to give.  But every moment counts.

My husband's Aunt Doris told us after Katrina, "Worrying's a sin."  It sounded like a joke at first, to announce such a thing to two people who had just lost their house, their city, to unbelievable destruction.  But she was absolutely straight-faced.  God will provide.  God will find a way.  The lilies of the field don't worry, so why should we?

Deep down, I believe her.  Worrying is a waste of time, and worst of all, incessant negative thoughts can only manifest negative outcomes.  Who knows how the universe will intervene?  Who knows what chance happening will change everything?  I think right now, I will go hug my son, who's downstairs playing a computer game.  He will look at me like I'm crazy, but he will know I'm there.

No worries.