And now class, it’s time for the essay portion of this blog

April 26, 2010 at 9:31 pm (Uncategorized)

As I sit looking at yet another astrology chart, I think of all the childhood moments that made me who I am today.  I think of second grade and my TAG class.  They called us Talented and Gifted, but most days I just feel inept.  I don’t understand why I can make comparative religion charts that extend even to the fields of astrology and tarot but can’t seem to shred old bills.  The mound of reality with which I am unable to deal is immense.  (Please note, however, that my last sentence did not end in a preposition.)

Like most writers, I digress.  TAG members were taken out of class twice a week.  We met in a small room with maybe ten kids and were led by a lady who wore the brightest red lipstick I had ever seen.  I, of course, adored her.  We talked about rainbows, constellations and problem solving.  And while science in not my field, I remember reading the word “refraction” for the first time when I was writing that paper on rainbows.

About six months ago, I started pondering rainbows again.  The context was not scientific but symbolic.  I no longer ponder refraction; I am interested in the rainbow as bridge between worlds.  With its mystical beauty, it draws our eyes to the sky connecting the earthly and spiritual realms, bringing us closer to the divine.  And this association, my friends, is the one I’ve been looking for all along.

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Is this a limerick or a haiku?

April 14, 2010 at 6:45 am (Uncategorized)

Oh my,

Oh woe is me.

When did I get so bad

at technology?

* * *

Somewhere between high school science fairs and turning thirty, I lost my edge – if I ever had one – with technology.  I have trouble with iPods and Twitter, so please don’t even talk to me about cropping photos or downloading music.  If you do, I might have to burn a little lavender incense just to finish this blog. 

People are regularly amazed that I am able to function with such a limited repertoire of 21st century skills, but truly this is what happens when you spend all your time analyzing last week’s episode of Bones which, by the way, reminded us all of the Divine Gambler archetype, did it not? 

 So all week, I’ve been speculating and ruminating on  

  • Kenny Roger’s country hit “The Gambler” – my favorite song when I was five
  • The Wheel of Fortune (X) card in tarot – how chance and fortune are related
  • Wheel of Fortune Vs. Jeopardy – the latter takes real skill
  • The Eighth House in astrological charts – sex, transformation and other people’s money

(Oh, how I do love a good list!) 

Sorry.  Back to my tenuous relationship with technology, definitely not an Eight House blockage.  Tonight I had one goal and one goal only:  FILE MY TAXES.  My father will just be horrified if I wait until the night before…again.  First I filled out the old school form; then I tried Turbo Tax just to double-check my work but then was ineligible for e-file.  Are you kidding me?  I have a laptop and no way to print from my house!  I drive over to a friend’s house and try to print but Adobe starts acting up.  We download a new copy of Adobe, but it refuses to acknowledge our existence and by this time, I am in desperate need of  a stiff drink.

In the end, I never managed to print off a damn thing and I really, really want to curse Mercury, the god of communication and much distress.   He is a sly little trickster and a mischief maker.  I can’t help but like  him.

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People are always telling me I’m dramatic

April 9, 2010 at 7:18 am (Uncategorized)

Peace and quiet are rare and precious commodities, my friend.  Between the television, the radio, traffic, customers and co-workers, someone or something is always making a bunch of racket while I’m trying to think.  I often wonder how the rest of the world manages to accomplish anything!  You know that old cliché about not being able to hear yourself think?  Well, I’m living it.  I try to type a three sentence email to my corporate office and I get interrupted five times, literally.  I promise this is no exaggeration of the truth for drama’s sake.

And while we are talking about what annoys me, it’s time you knew:  I cannot stand the fucking city.  I know I’m young and educated and I should take comfort and pleasure in all the city has to offer but I don’t.  I can’t.  The freeways look like parking lots and I pretty much can’t breathe when there are more than ten vehicles in my vicinity.  (And for goodness sake’s, what smells so atrocious?)  People are always telling me I should want to live in the city, but in truth I find its rhythms and noises nauseating.

I look out the window. It’s windy and pouring down rain, which would normally improve my mood, but today I just wish the damn city would flood.  I wish the Lord Almighty would go back on his covenant with Moses and flood this mess of a world because it’s broken I tell you. 

Of course, that’s awfully dramatic.

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