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A few 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)

Happy Blue Moon, everyone!  I know that a blue moon is, essentially, an accident of the calendar, but still, it feels magical, so I feel a need to mark it somehow, and sharing some small measure of that magic seems appropriate.

So you're welcome to simply ask for a card or ask a specific question. You can also request inspiration for a creative project, a reading for one of your characters, a guide for a project or time period, or just something to meditate on.

Tips are welcome, but not necessary--I know that often when a person needs inspiration the most is exactly the time that they're pinched financially.  You can comment here on this live journal post using your facebook or via open ID. If you tip, you can also ask for an additional card, or a card from any other deck I have. Not sure if I have a particular deck? You're welcome to ask.

Free readings can be from the Daughters of the Moon Tarot, the Shapeshifter Tarot or the Faeries' Oracle. Alternatively, I can draw you (or your character) a Guide from my combined deck of Susan Seddon Boulet art cards.

Finally, you could ask to have my Torn World character, Rai Kunabei, do a disk reading for you or for a torn world character of your choice. This will take the form of an imaginary visit to Torn World and will feature the divination disks I designed for that world. Feel free to include some details about yourself to help me portray you in this world.

If you can, please consider dropping something in the virtual guitar case below! Readings take time and energy.  Tips should be at least $1 (Paypal charges fees) or at least one Torn World credit. If neither of these work for you, drop me a message and we'll work something out.

Signal boosts are also appreciated. If you are tipping or boosting the signal, please include that in your reply here, so I'm not guessing when I sit down to do your reading. If you tipped or boosted the signal, feel free to request a clarification card if you want one.

You can get a private reading if you tip; I'll send the reading to the e-mail you use for tipping or you can send a private message to make other arrangements. I'm also open to doing longer paid readings, for instance Celtic Cross or Wheel of the Year; again, please send a private message if you're interested.

I will do readings promptly, however, life's been complicated lately and there is one final bit of work on my house (a hole in a bump-out roof) that can't wait for me to pay off the other repairs, and if the guy who is to fix it is available (he's trying to schedule around when his wife has her baby) I may need to spend a bunch of time on that project.  I am also making an effort to be very well rested before I make the very long drive to visit my mother, since I'll be driving alone.  (My Angel is staying home to care for the cats and all.)  Anyway, all this means it might take a little time to get to your request, but I will reply to all requests posted here. In the unlikely event that the number of free requests nears my limits, I'll close this One Card Draw (with a nice obvious edit to this post) rather than risk leaving anyone without a response.

Finally, I want to say, "Thank you" for joining me in my celebration of the blue moon.

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






wyld_dandelyon: (great wizard by djinni)
Magic is fun. Not necessarily for the characters, though that might be true part of the time. Magic is fun for the writer.

Tired of gravity? Taxes? Alarm clocks? You can have characters that fly, turn straw into gold, or exist in a world of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

Of course, the act of writing is magic of a sort. I sit here with a blank computer screen and a wealth of words in my head, and after a while there's an insubstantial twist of electricity that can lets people all over the world, people I've never met, maybe people who aren't even born yet, experience something that started as a figment of my imagination.

Magic is making
The world conform to my will
Whimsical Wizard


So, Who wants to play? If you could, what law of nature would you thumb your nose at?
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I got all done with my C post for the A-Z blog challenge, and then I remembered I'd promised to post the words to my Coyote song here. So, two posts, one on DreamWidth, and one over at http://wyld-dandelyon.livejournal.com/200823.html.

Besides, songs are poetry, and April is Poetry Month!!!

Coyote Afoot
By Deirdre M. Murphy

Am C Am
My kitchen draped in plastic, the food hidden away,
Dm7 FM7 Dm7
A dozen pots of dyes in a rainbow were arrayed,
Em Am
In folds, knots, and spirals white t-shirts all were laid,
Em Am Dm7 Am (or C before choruses)
I’d been at work for hours, and my nerves were quite frayed.

Then, from up near the ceiling, a white-clad man splashed down
And landed in my dyes—a clumsy red-haired clown—
He admired his new-dyed suit, ignoring my fierce frown,
And with a tie-dyed grin said, “Let’s go paint the town!”

Em F
I demanded, “Who are you, and how’d you get in here?”
Em F
That cocky lad just grinned a smile from ear to ear,
G Am
Said, “Call me Coyote. My dear, you need not fear—“
Dm7 C
My look must have made my disbelief quite clear
 
Em F Dm7
He stood and looked me in the eyes, and said,
Dm Dm7 Dm
“You sing, ‘The Gods are Alive and Magick is Afoot”
Bm F
Then why so much surprise  when I appeared before your eyes
Em
And tripped through your dyes—
Dm Em
Did you think your Gods would meekly stay put?
 
Then the young man shifted to dispel any doubt
To a four-footed form; he tossed my dyes about
And the clothes were all spattered with bright-colored rain
Then suddenly my guest wore human form again

The Gods are alive, and Coyote’s underfoot
And his feet are full of dye and his eyes are black as soot
And the shirts are all dyed now, though how well I cannot guess
And he asked me out again, and I heard myself say, “yes”.

The evening was amazing, Coyote sure can dance
Whenever I felt tired, he revived me with a glance
When I went to rinse the new-dyed t-shirts (the next day)
They were marked with the bright prints of a coyote pair at play
 
Coyote is alive, and magick is afoot
And he sure isn’t tame, and he will not stay put
I didn’t believe he could just show up one day
And I don’t know if I hope he’ll go—or hope he’ll stay.

Copyright © 2001 (2/12/01) by Deirdre M. Murphy, all rights reserved
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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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