As predicted, I spent this Thanksgiving alone. But a lot of things got done…
I logged a good ten miles of foot traffic over the weekend. Hopefully I’ll win the corporate competition – I figure I have a good shot, since most of them live in Chicago where it is freezing and since most of them will have spent Thanksgiving with their families. There are, I suppose, perks to being alone on holidays.
I started painting. On canvas. It’s my first time with canvas. But a few weeks ago, I had a dream – of an Egyptian Ankh. The dream would not leave me. So I painted it. Once the painting is completely finished, I’m hanging it opposite the channel print that was done for me several months ago.
Prowl got a makeover. His posts will be up again starting on Friday. (Thanks, Botboy, for the paint suggestions.)
The tarot class I started last July is now nearly completed. My readings are scarily accurate – I’ve made a believer out of a lot of people. When I met, Friday, with the psychic I first visited back in May, our conversations now are just that – conversations. Energy blends. He’s not telling me anything I don’t already know – and I’m able to add to it. Our tarot spreads are identical. Where I was blindly feeling my way through things in May, I’m breezing through them now – the Empath part of me has expanded into something bigger. The Empath is still there. It will always be there. The voices are always there, too. But they are different. I am different. I know how to control it, to wield it, if you will. That’s not to say that sometimes I don’t still have issues differentiating between what is them and what is me, but I am getting better. And now I have a new teacher.
And there are other things… two other things… big things. But (and I realize this goes against the TMI creed), I think that some things, now, are better left unsaid. At least until they become worth talking about.
Posts will get back to normal soon. In the meantime, I hope everyone had a good weekend.