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Beauty and eternity

There are beauty, vigor and, perhaps, love in your life, even though it might be difficult to see them now. Try to focus on the positive, even when it’s hard- and still more during the good times! Be careful not to scatter your energies, however; while many options may all be good, sometimes one still must choose between them.

Eadhadh Aspen

Courage and endurance

This is a time of challenge for you. You have the courage and tools you need to get through this time, and to prevail- even if you feel, at times, that you can’t. Persevere, and you will succeed- so be sure the goal is worth the winning.

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Ti Bon Ange (Temperance): Calm and restraint. Self-control, patience and tact in handling situations. The act of applying balanced spiritual and psychic forces to physical life.

Rada Hounsis (Page of Swords): The essence of air behaving as earth, such as a steady wind: The approach of an unexpected challenge, to be met with clear thought and just action. A person filled with an eager appetite for all matters of mind and logic. The gathering of information through unfaltering vigilance, careful examination, and subtle spycraft. The use of reason or eloquent speech to penetrate the veil of confusion and cut to the heart of the matter.

It’s all really inkblots, you know. Make of it what you will…

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When I was eight going on nine, I wanted to be a Muse when I grew up…

I have this weird recurring dream about San Diego. Not the real San Diego, but some squished, trucated version that only shows up in my subconscious, San Diego of my dream, like Van Morrison’s “Coney Island of The Mind.” In my version, the Hotel Del Coronado still has a bridge that goes to it, but it isn’t on an island, it is the island, and it’s surrounded by a swimming pool like moat full of various Sea World creatures that I (or sometimes my daughter) inevitably interact with (this time it was seals and polar bears, sometimes it’s whales…) On the other side of the bridge is basically Downtown Tucson in the transit center area, except with an ocean where the railroad tracks would be and lots of high rise apartments. For some reason, I always get lost in this part of my dream geography. The final component is this weird old dowtown full of shops and cafes and strange little grottos. I always want to spend more itme here and get called away. Sometimes there’s an interactive Sea World type place in the dream, with lots of escalators and staircases and water slides. One time all my living internal organs were on display there in an aquarium full of small sharks, abbreviated guts included. I actually saw what they must look like. So I think maybe the Sea Creatures aspect is somehow linked to the state of my bodily health. Maybe the transit center place is my brain and the downtown is my heart and soul. Maybe I’m stretching just a bit. Still, it’s just plain weird. Sometimes there is also an airport and soem kind of ominous flight involved, occasionally ending in either a crash or space travel, just depending. Yes I’m an odd bird. Thus is why I keep a dream journal. Duh.

Was just reminded at my work today of the Red Devil restaurant in Tempe. I’d totally forgotten it existed. We used to go there with an old boss of my dad and his wife and eat incredible varieties of pasta. I vaguely recall being introduced to Shrimp Diablo at this establishment, but I could wrong. Mostly I remember Cass (the ex-boss’s wife) making us clothespin dolls and dressing them up in napkins, and that the walls were wood and there were strikingly red curtains. Some of this blends in with related memories of Old Venice restaurant in San Diego. Yes, my mother had a weakness for small out of the way Italian restaurants whence vacationing, if you’d not yet caught on. Can’t think of anymore.

In the meantime, check out my review of Jersey Girl…

First off, this is not a Kevin Smith movie.
Yes it was written and directed by Kevin Smith, but it it is not a Kevin Smith movie. There are no scatalogical references, no perverse in jokes, even the pseudo intellectual humour is kept to a minimum. If there were more than a couple in jokes, I failed to notice them. It was unambitious and sweet as pie. Clever in bits, but equally maudlin and overwrought in places. There are parts where the mood music was seriously over the top. There were obvious tear jerker moments. But over all I liked it. It was clearly a labor of love. Still, if you’re looking for references to Walt Flanagan’s dog or the sex organs of superheroes, may I suggest a visit to your local video emporium…

So I was walking out of the movies yesterday, in need of reviving but not wanting to break my emergency $5 bill. This left me with about $1.50 for caffeine procurement. Lo and behold, I find myself in front of a Coffee Xchange stand that offers a medium iced tea for $1.35. Think to myself that it probably won’t be great, but certainly is an adequate option. Discover, to my amazed joy possibly the most full service iced tea experience on the planet.

First, you are given a choice of two tea bags from about nine different varieties. The tea is then brewed to your preferred strength and poured directly into a metal shaker of ice. From there the tea is poured back into an ice filled plastic cup, perfectly chilled and beautifully fragrant. The whole process took maybe 5 minutes at most. I very highly recommend it, and left my remaining change in the tip jar as a sign of my undying gratitude.

Eddi Reader apparently worked as arranger on the solo album of wunderkind Scottish fiddler John McCusker, whom I once met after a show when he was 18 and on his first tour with the Battlefield Band. We talked about our both having Claddagh rings (his mother was Irish) and joked around and he gave me his address and phone number in Scotland on a bar napkin. I kept it on my bulletin board in my room for years, but in the end I chickened out and never wrote. He kissed my hand in the rain and said goodbye and I was innocently star struck.

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Innocence: Something fresh and new on the horizon. A tangible risk needs to be faced. Trusting your instincts. A sense of adventure at hand. Confronting unknown factors. Dealing with folly or foolishness. Expect the unexpected.

Ace of Poetry (Inspiration): “I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration / To cast of Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour / To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration / To cast aside from Poetry all that is not Inspiration”. The kiss of divine inspiration. Receiving an impetus to creative action. Getting in touch with higher consciousness or Spirit. Experiencing a personal vision of truth, beauty, ecstasy. Discovering sexuality as a metaphor for imaginative experience. Sense of being guided by a higher force. The “Yes!” card. A soulful new beginning. In the creative process: Being in contact with the purest and highest part of your being provides the impetus for fresh expressions in both art and life.

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Thea Gilmore