Myth For My Tale Bone

Life is one crazy cake! Confined in our tiny home space the shuffle of cards (tiny) blends with what is around me and in me. The cut grass outside is discomforting to me. I have allergies. For a while the windows and doors are sealed shut. A big riding lawn mower cut the campground lawn on an otherwise quiet Sunday stirred up my aura, and Pete's. Stirred to craziness by noise and the conflict of differences in priorities sleep and calm were difficult to access. It's not the first time a big riding lawn mower has stirred me to craziness. It's not the first time for turning the fuzzy edges into cake. My mojo. My magic was tampered with. To reconnect I went to the metaphor of cooking, and cooked up flan. I was supposed to be taking a break from blogging ... and I did. And then, I felt the edges of my subtle body touched by the finger tip of aloha; someone had left her calling card and I could make space for change.  The card spoke in myth, woven with my Mother's ton

"Mars is moving through Pisces. It’s the dream warrior, navigator of the hidden inner world. What you make of everything now can stick, if only you’ll believe it into reality. The only way to do that is to follow the steps you’re meant to take (divinely driven). That means no cheating; follow the signs and do the work" - "Remember When You Liked Yourself?" - Satori    I'm taking a break from writing safety pins, needing to be refreshed and refueled so as my friend Satori puts it "What you make of everything now can stick, if only ... no cheating, follow the signs and do the work."