I can’t write right now. Is it writer’s block? Who knows what that even is? I think it’s grief. It leaks out of my fascia and bone and seeps into my veins and skin. It wants out. It wants expression, and until I can sleep a little more I cannot think or type or hold a paintbrush.
But I want to offer you inspiration. Because always, always, deep down inside we know we are never alone and life is patiently waiting for a new day, or moment. It’s coming…
When my son was little one of our favorite movies and soundtracks was The Point by Harry Nilsson. We lived across from a park and in the days after Christmas people would drop off puppies they didn’t want to keep. One day I turned into my driveway and two little dogs sat on my front porch, icicles hanging from their matted fur. I took them in, of course, and although I couldn’t keep them, I did find homes for them. I named them Oblio and Arrow, for the boy and his dog from The Point. It’s a wonderful story for children of all ages.
Something remarkable and normal has happened. As I said in my last post, I have been going through a bit of a tough time. So when I went to bed shortly after dark last night I said a prayer. I asked very specifically to be shown that I am being heard and guided – and I said, “either in my dreams tonight or in my YouTube feed in the morning.” Strangely, I didn’t remember any dreams. But as I checked in after reading email and messages, here was the first video in my feed:
Next question! I’ve written about Tiokasin Ghosthorse in prior blog posts. I’ll try to link those at the bottom here. He teaches us that in the Lakota language there are no nouns. They don’t need them. They know something we don’t in our Western culture: everything is a verb. Everything is in relationship to everything else, and everything is in process. We are becoming.
I’m writing this on Saturday (to post Sunday) and the election is 3 days away. Everyone is on edge. Friends and family I haven’t heard from in years are contacting me and want to know what will happen. Throughout my adult life I have often been employed, paid or not, to be a psychic. I do know where this is going. I know who will win the election and I know what will transpire afterward (btw, I have predicted them all accurately, as a few close friends could attest. They all argued with me prior to election day in 2016.) However, I am not telling. You do not need to know. If you never hear anything else I ever say, hear this: you never need to know. This was explained to me directly by God, who showed up in a dream in my 20’s, and did not look at all as expected. We argued about that. I wanted proof. He pointed at the television and started playing movies made just for me with my people in them, showing me things I could not have imagined. That gave remote viewing a whole new meaning…
Yes, I read tarot cards. No, I am not a fortune teller. That is not what the tarot is for. The Indigo Girls said it best: “the less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.”
You will be fine. No matter what happens, and most especially no matter how you feel about it. Did you think that meant it would be easy?! Yeah, I make that mistake myself, hence the dark night.
We are having a spectacular fall here along the Lake Michigan shore. The weather is warmer than I remember in a long while. I think we had snow last year by this time. Yesterday it rained gently off and on all day while the sun shone. In many native cultures they say that means you are being blessed. I’ll take it.
A Painterly Home 