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September 2009
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disjointed mutterings of saturday

There is a reason why we're all sitting here on the porch tonight, and we don't know what it is. But there's a reason.
Perhaps the reason was to save me.

The Con is really quite an effective tool for self-infliction of injury... but that doesn't mean that it's the Con's fault.

This is what my reading said:
I used to be happy and fulfilled, but now I'm not. I'm trying to cover up the void by keeping myself busy, and I'm ending up keeping myself too busy. It also said that I know what I want to do with my life and I should do that; that if I keep on as I am now it will be the end of me as I know it (ie I'm going to burn out if I don't quit being so busy and start doing stuff I really like to do), and that I should listen to my intuition more, which cutely ties in to knowing what I want to do but not doing it. All but one of the cards was inverted (perhaps I am mixed-up and backwards?)

How ironic, that I have so many times sworn to myself that I would never become one of those people who would get so accustomed to the grind that I couldn't rise above it. And it hasn't even taken a year.

How ironic, that I should recognize the voice of God through tarot cards. Next morning, the sermon was about love... and I realized that even though the night before I'd thought that what I should be doing was the garden-and-cats thing, that maybe what it *really* was was that I'd gotten so busy I'd forgotten my original calling, to love and care for people, to watch after them, to help them when they need helped.

Three's company, four's a coven, and the Bobber's breakfast buffet is awesome.