The Energy of Gratitude

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Late autumn, my favorite time of the year. The air is getting cooler, the leaves have turned and fallen, in some places there may even be the first dusting of snow. Everyone is taking a deep breath in anticipation of the busiest season – the Christmas holidays. Right there, slammed in between Halloween Christmas, comes Thanksgiving. Supposedly the time of year when to count our blessings. The real danger is finding ourselves lulled to sleep by the turkey or drifting into a diabetic coma by Grandma’s pecan pie. Much worse is the feeling of overwhelm in a house full of visiting relatives we never really liked anyway. In today’s world, how many of us truly use the time to give thanks? Continue reading “The Energy of Gratitude”

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Ruination

Welcome to my blog and the very first International Tarot Day Blog Hop!

I’m thrilled and honored to collaborate with Bree Ferguson from Nym’s Divination in celebration of International Tarot Day (July 8, 2017).  For this year, I was asked to contribute my thoughts for the 10 of Swords. I hope you enjoyed Attila Blaga’s look at  the 9 of Swords. For a complete list of all the blogs in the hop, click the ITD thumbnail to the left. A link to the next blog in the hop can be found at the bottom of this page.

Below is a poem I wrote that encapsulates my understanding of the meaning behind the 10 of Swords. Please feel free to start a conversation in the comments. I would love to hear your take on this challenging and at times frightening card. Continue reading “Ruination”

Knee Deep

Inspiration gleaned on the sandbar, Chaplin Community Park Beach, Hilton Head Island, June 15, 2015

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I stand as thoughts roll in on crests of foamy white.

Some join the million grains of sand burying my toes;

others are pulled back headlong and lost in the depths.

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I watch as terns fly towards tomorrow’s sunrise.

Some soar on breezes the scurrying crabs at my feet know nothing of;

others dive, breaking the surface, intent on survival.

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I listen as waves pound the shore.

Some generate tiny whirlpools between the sandbars;

others churn the water into a brown morass of broken dreams.