i know, you called the hang-out prescription for us. e-top, as always.
the way i got to the cohesive picture (which i still struggle with - don't get me wrong) was just jumping in and doing readings for freinds before i felt ready. i highly recommend it.
or wait til halloween and read at someone's party - everyone will think it's just play but you'll be practising. i did that one year, it lasted all night. good times.
that IS a very cute wedding photo. super flattering PERFECT makeup/ hair . . .
that's a nice-lookin deck - not too flashy. hhmm, lots of fire and air turned over . . . coincidence? (i'm totally talking shit, as per my usual. the humidity out here!)
as for the halloween shot - omfg. the absurdity. i was ready to keel over. i think i was reverting to my autopilot 5 year old self who was taught to always fold her hands and cross her legs at the ankles for the camera. it was all i was capable of at that point in the night. (someday . . . some . . . day . . . i want to tell you the story of that night. it's not a long story, but it packs a punch!)
if you do a self-reading any time soon using a celtic cross spread, and if you feel like it: let me know what the central cross/crux were for you and i'll do the same.
(i use the boring-o rider-waite deck usually . . . it's hard to find one that doesn't curdle my stomach with over-the-top-ness . . . )
ps - a weird hippie witchy lady once told me she like to see the 3 of swords reversed as the swords finally falling out of the heart. that always stuck with me b/c it's sweet.
blimey. 7 of cups (rev) covered by 8 of wands. what's that, you say? illusions fall away to reveal necessary, expedient action to be taken on my part? but what if i LIKE my illusions??
sigh. if this were the good ole days, i'd be counting down 15 minutes to house. alas, come september, with the new season of nighttime dramas, a perfect circle shall be revealed.
ah, you're lucky that you have a friend to read for - mine (at least the local ones - come on, rhode island?) are largely super intellectuals who "allow" my "indulgence" in new age crap like this (as they see it) b/c i suppose i make up for it in other ways. anyway, rant. i hope it goes/ went well. yeah, reading about the cards' many meanings always burns my brain - i have to do it a bit at a time. wickipedia - great, i'm totally going to get sucked into tarot interpretations on there tomorrow. (you know i'll love it though.)
tomorrow i will also listened to yer newfangled music - i'm too much of a technotard to navigate it right now (i hit the link and then panicked), but thank you for sending it over. i will no doubt listen with my eyes closed. (there's a song on my myspace page that i want to play for you - it's uber poppy, but somehow it kills me - check it out if you will, i'll briefly list m'myspace address on my sg page.)
and with that . . . goodnight. ish. (i mean, i'm gonna read and wind down and all that - christ, i can't/ stop/ typing . . . must stop . . . )
yeah, i am a firm believer that tan fat looks better than pasty fat, that is why i get my porky ass to the pool. your skin is beautiful, you don't need a tan
well I just wanted to get a look at the guy and he must have ran into the other buildings doorway so really I did not mean to corner him I just wanted to see who it was - the poilice think it was someone who lives here since he ran around front and did not try to escape through the back - so not happy.
