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Or some other period, or for a creative project.  I've even done readings for characters!  I'm hoping to spread a little hope and good energy in this scary time.

You can ask here or over on LJ:


on DW: My mirrored post

on LJ:  My Original Post


All friends, new (even as-yet unknown) and old, are welcome!

wyld_dandelyon: (Creative Joyous Cat)
It's a New Moon tonight, perfect for starting new projects--and what bigger or more important new project is there than the new year? Well, a new novel, maybe, or a short story collection, or an album...

Anyway, there's lots of reasons, right now, that a person might want a card drawn. We face an uncertain future in so many ways. I am hoping to send some good energy out into the world, spark some hope and creativity, and help each of you to get a good start on something that matters to you. So, a card draw!

I hope you will stop by my garden. There's snow outside, so we'll pass through the frost-covered rose bushes and head inside. I'll leave an offering of food to the feral cats and the poor, paraplegic racoon in my yard as we pass--those critters still cannot be convinced I'm harmless, so there's not much I can do for them, but they'll happily eat the food I leave for them. Hopefully that is enough.

You and I can share hot chocolate or tea and chat, and you can get a reading if you would like one. Both new friends and old are welcome.

From now to January 1st, for free one card readings, you can pick from the Brian Froud's Faeries Oracle, my combined Susan Seddon Boulet Animal Spirits and Goddesses cards, or the Shapeshifter Tarot. You can ask a question, ask for a Guide, ask for inspiration, or you can just ask for a card. You can also ask for one of your characters or in some other way ask for advice or inspiration for a creative project.

The first card is free (though tips are always appreciated). Tips also let you ask me to use any of my other decks, to request a private reading, or to draw a clarifying card. If you want a longer reading, send a direct message so we can agree on the type of reading and rate.

Please consider dropping something in the guitar case below. Readings take time and energy, and even though the Milwaukee winter, like everything else, has been affected by global warming, winter heat is pricey and old houses always need repair somewhere or other.

Signal boosts are very much appreciated, and also earn you the right to ask for a clarifying card.

I understand all too well that when people don't have cash or spoons that is generally when they most need inspiration! Don't be afraid to ask for a card if you can't tip.

If you tip, it's helpful to me for you to mention it here so I can connect your paypal information with your request. Tips should be at least $1 (Paypal charges fees). If that doesn't work for you, drop me a message and we'll work something out.

I've written before about why I do readings and some of the decks I use here, feel free to hop over and check me out. I'll wait.

I will reply to all requests. In the highly unlikely event that the number of requests nears my limits, I'll close this card draw by adding a clear note at the top of the post rather than risk leaving anyone without a response. However, I intend to stay open until the end of New Year's Day, and longer for paid readings since, between the holidays and being in these days of low LJ usage, people may find the post late.

Thank you, and Blessed Be!

As always, these readings are for entertainment and inspiration only. See my "Dandelyon's Readings" page if you have questions.

wyld_dandelyon: (Creative Joyous Cat)
A couple of days ago it was Mother’s Day, and—as is usual on my Facebook these days, because I have friends who care deeply and passionately about our world and the people in it—there was a lot of politics on my wall. One of the things on my wall was a friend (admittedly not a Clinton fan) who expressed horror that Hillary was willing to accept support from Republicans. In her mind, that was proof that Hillary doesn’t share any values with liberals.

And I cringed. This was, after all, Mother’s Day, a day when we all—liberals, conservatives, the apolitical, and people whose politics are best described on some other axis—celebrate our marvelous mothers or console our friends who had the misfortune to be born to mothers who aren’t so marvelous. We all value family, just as we all value warmth when it’s cold. Like today—cold and rainy, prompting me to reach for something warm. I tried a sweater, and it was too scratchy. With all the political uproar, I wanted more comfort than that.

There’s this old silk jacket I have. I bought it at the thrift store years ago even though it was a bit threadbare because the colors—purples and blues and greens—are marvelous and it fits gently around me and it’s so soft and sensual. It feels good, like a warm hug made of rose petals. It was old when I bought it, and now the outer silk is pulling apart in strips and shreds. Periodically, I pick this jacket up and give in to the illogical urge (why not just replace it?) to take satin scraps or shapes cut from old silk shirts and patch the areas that are the most tattered.

I pick it up today and put it on long enough to warm up a little, and rip it some more trying to put my phone into a place that, as it turns out, is not the pocket after all. I look again at my Facebook and see more vitriol against that other mother who hopes to help the world from the big white house in DC, and I take the jacket off again. I cut a bit of purple from a ripped silk sleeve I’ve been using to clean my glasses and start stitching it to the coat, and I feel comforted.

Our social fabric is tattered right now, pulled apart by low income and bigotry and fear. But we can’t just throw it away and buy a new one. Someone has shared a quote showing that Trump thinks he can get the nation through hard times by not paying our debt. I sigh. I so very much don't want to see more things like that, so I switch over to Live Journal on the computer and read a poem where a policeman tries to help a person with superpowers who has PTSD. Then I listen to an interview of Hillary, so I can close that tab on the web browser. I enjoy listening to Hillary when she can actually talk about her hopes for what she can accomplish if she’s President, and it’s easier to sew when I’m listening instead of reading. I reflect that our world is kind of like the poor super-kid in the poem, broken and traumatized and scared.

The bit of purple silk stitched firmly to the sleeve, I go looking to see what I can find that’s suitable to put next to it. Our youngest cat, Nebula, is sleeping in a box of material, and is quite bemused when I pull the box out and dig through things around and under her. She blinks at me, strange human, and I rub her under her chin. I find a scrap of white brocade not much more than an inch wide, and some blue satin and green brocade, and part of a tie whose off-white lining could work. And a hairball. Ugh. I brush the old dried mess into the trash and consign that bit of cloth to the laundry, along with some clothes that will probably be donated.

Then back to my old jacket with safety pins and material. I cut and lay down several more pieces and pin them in place. Some of them will doubtless get moved around as I stitch, but it’s a plan. I thread the needle again and continue. The lovely smooth texture of the silks and brocades calms me. It feels as if each stitch is sending healing energy out into the world, a gentle prayer or bit of kind sympathetic magic to help us all in our quest to make the world a little healthier, a little less ragged, and a little more beautiful.

I use up the thread on my needle and tie it off. Next is a spot where the original fabric is just gone, the rough lining showing through. It reminds me of the places where lies and hatred have hurt me and people I care about, but I smile, because here on this jacket I can fix things. More green, I think, to cover this spot. Green would look good. We could use more green in our politics too, and fewer lies. More kindness and less fear. I pin and I stitch, and I send my good wishes out into the world, and in my head is a line from science fiction that has, contrary to all expectations, become popular culture: “Make it so.”
wyld_dandelyon: (Polychrome Wizard)
The news, when I got up today, left me feeling pretty depressed about the human race, and about this country in particular. But I'm feeling better now.

You see, a friend of mine has a kid in grade school, and the school also has a small transgender child. To help the students understand that child's transition, the school planned to have a reading of I Am Jazz, a book by a transgender child, Jazz Jennings, and co-author Jessica Herthel. Then a Florida-based hate group threatened to sue the Wisconsin school district and the event was cancelled. So far, there's nothing in my story to speak of rekindled hope. But the local high school discussed the issue, and some of those students decided to hold a public reading of the book at their flagpole at 7:30 a.m. I heard that over two hundred people attended that reading, despite the dreadfully early hour and Wisconsin-in-December weather.

I wasn't there, of course. But in addition to that event, parents of students actually attending the school in question arranged for a public reading at the local library in the evening. My Angel and I decided to go. We really didn't know what to expect, but we've both dealt with protesters in the past and we figured if there was unpleasantness, a tall obviously transgender woman with practice dealing with that kind of stuff would be a better foil for protesters than small kids or the parents whose first job is to protect said kids.

We drove from Milwaukee to attend, a drive of about two hours, extended a bit by rush hour and by some traffic incidents. The library was totally packed by the time we arrived. The street leading up to the library was lined with cars parked bumper-to-bumper. A tall, gangly police woman gave us a startled look and then a smile as we walked in.

Jazz' co-author had flown in with only a single day's notice to do the reading herself, and both the reading and the brief talk afterward were well received. There was a community room for people to make "Jazz hands" and glue them to posters to voice their support for the child making the transition, and there were copies of the book to be given to anyone there who wanted to get a signed copy. There were cookies--though the organizers admitted they had underestimated how many people would attend. Based on the number of chairs and the additional number of people packed into the various areas around the seating, my friend guessed they had over 500 people in that little library.

There was not even a single protester inside or outside. There were no ugly chants, no one interrupted the presenters, everyone was polite, and there were a lot of smiles. There were people of all ages, and lots of little kids. There were smiles and people holding kids' homemade construction paper signs of support for the little transgender child in their community. And not a single person gave My Angel a judgmental look or word.

Not one.

Wow.

There's a lot in this world that needs to be changed. There's still a lot of prejudice and hatred. But we can make meaningful and substantive changes for the better. This evening was just a little bit of the proof of that.



wyld_dandelyon: (with Angel)
Reading about a woman being harassed repeatedly by the same guy at Readercon evoked many contradictory feelings in me.

First, of course, is outrage. I want my chosen family free of fault and especially this fault, the fault of making women afraid. I am also sad about another fault--that no one found a way to stop what was happening during the con.

I haven't read everything people have posted. I'm not clear how much the concom knew at the con, which was a critical time. But someone  knew what was happening, and I'm sad no one officially or unofficially got through to this guy that he was being a jerk and MUST stop. Why did no one take him aside and hit him upside the head with a clue-by-four?

You see, the clue-by-four is one of the things I love about fandom.

So many people find fandom after having grown up ostracized and consequently socially quite clueless. No, that's not the part I love--this is: I've seen person after person who showed up without the social knowledge and skills needed to avoid scaring or hurting others, and who--because someone(s) here didn't just give up on them and commit another ostracism upon them--I have seen the results of them listening when they're told, "You just can't behave that way!"  I've seen many grow into people I'm proud to know.

Sometimes they're told they screwed up by a member of the concom or con security, but more often a friend takes them aside to some private corner or a woman with a sword or a Klingon skullcap (or armed with nothing more than the knowledge that if she calls for help she will get it) confronts them directly and publicly. But more often than not they ARE confronted, not because it's someone's job to do so, but because we care about each other and about having a wonderful safe place for a few precious days where we each can live free to be ourselves--free to be openly geeks, to be openly queer or poly, or even "merely" to be openly playful and creative and unique.

Sadly, it doesn't always happen. Sometimes, collectively, we fail to see what is happening, we fail to step in and swing that clue when it's most needed. Worse, sometimes we fail to take action when even a very pointed and forceful clue is not enough.

It is good to be reminded we can do better.  It's good to be reminded that when we don't speak up, people--sometimes even the creative stars who bring us together--get hurt.

It is also good to see people complaining of harassing and bullying behavior, and saying very plainly "this is never acceptable". (In retrospect, I can identify episodes that upset me, but not understanding what was happening, I could not effectively respond at the time.)

But as valuable as it is to be aware of our shortcomings, it's also good to remember how many of us are better people because one or two or three unsung fans took time out from their convention to speak to us when we were in the process of screwing up--to say not "get out and don't come back" but "get a clue".

It's important to remember that fans don't always fall short, that we do repeatedly keep our women, our authors, our queerfolk, and our geeks safe, or at least safer than they are elsewhere--and we do so because individually and collectively we try to practice and teach something better. 

I wish we always succeeded, of course. I love fandom, and I want it to be perfect (no matter that I know that nothing humans do is perfect).  The best we can do is strive for perfection.  I just hope that as we move forward we can learn from our successes as well as from our failures.

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wyld_dandelyon: (Disintegrations and Defenestrations! by)
I'm almost out of Zyrtek, Mucinex, and antibiotics, but the exhaustion and coughing continues. Bleah. I need to buy more distilled water tomorrow too.

Today started the way I've wanted to start every day for the last couple of weeks--sleeping in. It didn't make much difference. By the time I got some food made and swallowed my pills, I was ready for a nap. Never mind that I'm supposed to be making sure I have all my papers together for taxes, and I have a dozen things I want to be writing, and I have two weeks of undone chores from dragging myself in to work and back again and collapsing, all I wanted to do was lay back and close my eyes some more. I've got some great books here waiting to be read, but none held any appeal. Even playing solitaire was too much work. So I closed my eyes for a while.

Then a stray thought occurred to me, and the threat of late charges if I didn't pay bills roused me from my lethargy. No--that's not accurate at all. The lethargy remained, but the checkbook came out and I paid bills anyway.

I looked at the internets a bit, and then felt like closing my eyes a while again, which I did, and now I think I should do a proper job of it and go to bed and get some real sleep behind my face-hugger.

This is really nothing new; just a recurring part of life with the mostly-invisible chronic illnesses that I exist with. But I get frustrated and lonely, and then more frustrated when I find a bit of energy to do something like post here, and this is all I find in my head to write about.

Here's hoping for some energy tomorrow, or even just no more coughing.

Sleep well, everybody. I hope you're feeling better than me!!!
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The friend who wants two female cats has decided the time isn't right for her, leaving me with two cats who need homes, or a home together.  And the kitten is definitely old enough that if I can't find her a home I have to get her to a shelter so someone else might.  So if you know someone within a couple of hours' drive of Milwaukee who wants a sweet cat or two, or even who's going to Duckon and wants to go home with a cat (assuming my sister will host a cat or two at her house temporarily for a weekend) please have them contact me.

So far, I think the kittens have gone to great homes--the black, who was a bit skittish, went with a married couple who he was quite comfortable with.  The most adventuresome kitten--the one we called Intrepid--has three kids to play with, and the next most venturesome has two. 

So, so far, I think that great families have shown up for my kitties.  Here's hoping the universe will provide perfect homes for these two kitties too!

Before I have to take them to a shelter.

There's more pictures on my facebook.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
The friend who wants two female cats has decided the time isn't right for her, leaving me with two cats who need homes, or a home together.  And the kitten is definitely old enough that if I can't find her a home I have to get her to a shelter so someone else might.  So if you know someone within a couple of hours' drive of Milwaukee who wants a sweet cat or two, or even who's going to Duckon and wants to go home with a cat (assuming my sister will host a cat or two at her house temporarily for a weekend) please have them contact me.

So far, I think the kittens have gone to great homes--the black, who was a bit skittish, went with a married couple who he was quite comfortable with.  The most adventuresome kitten--the one we called Intrepid--has three kids to play with, and the next most venturesome has two. 

So, so far, I think that great families have shown up for my kitties.  Here's hoping the universe will provide perfect homes for these two kitties too!

Before I have to take them to a shelter.

There's more pictures on my facebook.

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