Saturday, August 27, 2005

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory --

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;

And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Shelley

Ok, I swear - this will be my last syrupy post. I do enjoy Shelley, however. Incredible insight for such a young man.

Hung out with my widdas tonight - what would I do without them? And the lesson learned? Well the 'thawing out' feeling I've been experiencing lately is normal; it's a prelude to what I'll experience during my second widow year.

Apparently the ice is melting. I'm coming out of the 'numb' stage - and will walk into year two with my emotions raw & exposed...guess that's why nine out of ten widows surveyed recommend strong drugs for those embarking on their second year. heh.

Yes, it's true kids: Year 2 IS more difficult than Year 1.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...there's more.

Also had my tarot cards read this evening, a simple three-card spread. Here's what came up:

(past) Queen of Penacles: The effective business woman...enjoys her material comforts

(present) Six of Penacles: Monetary success, can now afford to be philanthropic

(future) The Devil: A victim of her own 'demons'; face them, deal with them and break free of the self-imposed chains.

So what are my self-imposed chains? (And what happens if I enjoy chains once in a while?!) Funny how this theme comes up again and again, whether in Tarot readings or psychic readings...