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Tuesday, Oct. 21, 2008 @ 7:59 p.m.
Uhg. It seems like everything creative in my life is coming to a full stop. I can't even take a photograph I'm happy with, lately. So here I am running back to sweet diaryland for a spell.
I had a dream, it could have even been something from that time right before you fall a sleep. That strange twilight sleep. Anyway, I get lost in that kind of mundain detail. That dream was strange to say the least. It consisted mainly of my hands, well actually they were more elegant hands, my idealized hands-- spreading tarot cards out before me. Eager customers. Apparent talent even. I've never really thought that much about that kind of thing. But the next day I actually went out and bought a deck, The Russian Tarot of St. Petersburg. I think the dream had bits of something about the economy in it and the tarot enhancing or even replacing my current income. I've hardly touched them. They are so out of character for me. And yet there they are on the lower shelf of Great Grandmother Whitman's Mission Oak Table. The dream is still crisp in my mind a week and half later. Tarot lessons are horribly expensive. There is this whole tarot culture out there. Podcasts about it. Color your own tarot you can download for free from your friendly neighborhood Google search.
Hmm. Evidently I'm done.
WE ALL FALL DOWN
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