I just realized that this is the website I have on my business card. So prospective clients come here. They must be a bit confused, and I couldn’t blame them for wondering what in Gaia’s name this blah blah blog has to do with my business.

I’m working on that, folks, my apologies for any befuzzlement. Like a Phoenix from the ashes, this website will be reborn, surprisingly, when the time is right (ie, when I have the time and some freedom from the beautiful heat).

What I do is unique, and it’s about who I am as much as it is what I do. I am a passionate devotee of Gaia, Earth Mama, this blessed bountiful bowl of pleasure which gives us source and sustenance, herself product of the marriage of Spirit and Mat(t)er. It’s why I call this page ‘Spreading the Gaia Word.’ I speak the Word for Gaia, as best as I am able.

And this page is about more than that too. I will have more to say about it as soon as I can get a break from the daily business of my life to sit down and decide what it is.

What is it that I do? I read cards. I painted them. They’re cool. I pair them up with a very special deck of other cards. They go really wonderfully together.
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and falling so far behind on these postings, it’s crazy. I’d blame the weather, but that would be silly, because I already blame the weather when it’s cold and grey out.

This is perfect weather! I love it! I would never complain! But I don’t love sitting at the computer during it.

Okay, I’ll blame the weather. It’s too beautiful to blog.

I had a nice experience recently I wanted to mention, though this may be short (insert note: short? Me? What was I thinking!). But slog on I will in my blogular way, because I became recently re-inspired to do this writing thing. Nothing inspires like finding out you have an audience.

Do tell, you say?

Here’s what happened, since you so kindly express your interest, thank you.

I love Hornby art openings, and this one is my favourite of the year. It’s the ultimate Hornby experience, the one at Elaine Savoie’s place, which is indescribable. Therefore I needn’t try to describe it.

I’m too hot and tired (did I mention that?) to bother, to tell the truth. I’ll let you all know when I get the photos of the show up on my flickr page.
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Jean made a comment recently indicating that she’d like a print of one of the photos I decorate my blog posts with. That germinated a seed already planted by another friend who suggested that I needed to make my photos available for sale, and voila! The seed now exists in the form of a Qoop account, which is easy because it’s sponsored by and associated with flickr.com where my photos live.

I lurve flickr. And Picnik, which is also associated with flickr and where I create the works you see here. And now I love Qoop too.

I have set up a store here with a few starter photos up, including the one Jean requested, so if you want to order one from them go for it.

I don’t have the facilities to create printouts, and the logistics of getting them printed and mailing them out and all is beyond me at the moment. So this is an awesome solution! You buy directly from them, and I get a royalty for every piece sold. Cool!

So if you see a photo here, or on my flickr page that you would like a copy of to decorate your actual (rather than virtual) wall with, and it’s not available yet on the Qoop page, drop me a line or make a comment to request it and I’ll add it so you can order.

How easy is that? Thanks, Jean!

I never cease to be fascinated with my own crazy brain (and I mean that in only the best way). I frequently stumble upon gems cast about my recent past which seemed no more significant than pebbles at the time. When I find them, I am dazzled for a while. Ooh! Me a poet!

Like this piece, found in a paper journal (I know, so last century, but I’m a product of my time). I wrote it early last summer. I thought might be a song, which would be exciting (and still might be), but I won the Story Slam last night at the Zocalo and now I’m all into the spoken word thing. So I tried reading it out loud, and liked it that way. Maybe I’ll enter it in the next story slam.

This was written in the breathy new beginnings of opening up to the love I’d believed to be over (the ending of which, faithful readers of this blog will recall, was recounted on these page in grim poetic detail). Time passes, and things have progressed pleasingly on that front. More than pleasingly. And yeah, we do still choose to live apart. We go home to different islands at the close of our visits. It’s good.

This is from safely enough in the past that I can dust it off now and claim it in the name of poetry. O mystery me! I’m a regular one-woman archeological dig.

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How about a little astrological rambling today? Oh, good, I knew you’d be interested! Okay:

Today was the Capricorn Full Moon. A lot of people have been commenting on this one! The Capricorn Moon makes demands, initiates commands and applies stern corrections.

Capricorn’s motto is, “Don’t be afraid to break it. If it can be broken, it’s not strong enough.”

And Cancer’s motto is, “I’m breakable, where can I hide? How can I protect myself, where do I go to be safe?” Like all oppositions, they are two faces of the same thing, inextricably connected. When they don’t understand this, they fight. This is the primary challenge of integrating any polarity.

When these signs face each other unwillingly, they are enemies. This is where war and oppression are sourced. Terror protects itself from rage, rage intimidates terror. Capricorn controls through rules and obligations; Cancer protects itself by sinking into its own subjective mire of emotion and memory, by revealing herself only when she feels strong.
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These are all so obvious that it seems ridiculous they’re not out there already. And maybe they are; I admit I don’t pay much attention to bumper stickers.

On the off chance that they’re original and not just psychically plucked from the zeitgeist, I offer these:

Help the Earth and the Earth helps you

Think Magically

Jesus doesn’t play war games

I’ll let you know if I come up with any others. I trust you won’t neglect to credit me if you use these.