I did eat lunch. Another problem popped up. A previous problem has been fixed. And let's just switch to happier things...
As Ariel exclaimed, "Look at this thing! Isn't it neat?"
My husband bought it for me because I've always loved Ursula's necklace! I waited 34 years for this! It has a chain of silver musical notes inside.
I don't like the advice I give myself. It's too sensible.
It says I can't do anything to "fix" what's causing me distress today, and finding peace and healing has to come from outside of thinking of it that way. And trying too hard can just create blocks. Stay focused on treasured things that bring healthy support. Insight about the past can lead to growth and abundance. And while I don't want to hear it, yes...healing takes love and time.
I started divination with very structured systems, like tarot. I eventually started working with more personalized tools for practices like osteomancy and lithomancy. I resisted charm casting until someone pointed out how the idea of it not being a valid practice was elitist gatekeeping. They were right, so I got into it. But the set changes over time and mine is working its way back to mostly bones and stones.
Years ago, I wrote a version of "The Call of Cthulhu" that is like Lovecraft meets "Toy Story". The whole thing is played out by toys. (The policeman comes from the Fisher-Price family.) Cthulhu is Sockthulhu...a doll made from socks.
I also made Sockthulhu at the time, and found him this weekend while going through some boxes!
We have an unavoidable situation in which relatives no one wants here will be here this weekend. This includes a homophobic person who will reject queer relatives from his own home, but isn't likely to feel he can say anything about it in our home.
So it was requested that I put up the flag I got to replace the one the wind destroyed last year. This one is much bigger! Our whole tiny rural town can see it!
There's a bag of birdseed on my back porch that didn't get used before the seasonal shift made it The Season of Not Walking Out to the Bird Feeder. It's been very cold lately, and we've been getting snow off an on. I'm glad the bag is there because a little friend has been finding shelter there and helping themself to the food.
I didn't take a picture of the reading I did, but I did take a picture just to show cards because I got the Good Omens deck. Time for some Nice & Accurate Prophecies!
Annnnd...of course the first reading I did called me out on my BS about getting in my own way and swimming in my lack of confidence instead of taking controlled steps to strengthen in.
So it's a good deck! I know I can work with a deck when the readings challenge me in healthy ways.
I'm the only person in the house Santa brought a gift for this year. There are no kids here anymore, so it's just adults exchanging gifts. (I got some great scarves for headwraps from my mother-in-law!)
But there was one present from Santa. This book! It was my first favorite book. When I couldn't actually read yet, I could recite the story and turn the pages at the right times because it had been read to me so often.
Santa found a copy and brought it to me all these years later.
Bard with a ukulele. Friend of Lake Monster. 93% stardust. Autistic. Fabulously weird.