Here’s the thing, my life isn’t all that interesting to write about.
However, I’m going to try and write as an exercise in self-discipline and learning to spell properly and practising sentence construction and trying to become both interesting AND clever.
I’m just going to write whilst ignoring that self-censoring, critical voice in my head. I’m just going to write.
And I’ll start with my Tarot reading this morning…7 of Cups, 8 of Discs, Ace of Wands..underpinned by The Aeon and basically saying, stop fannying about and get on with it.
Random thoughts ..I want to help people be less afraid of dying and by ‘people’ that includes myself.
When people come to see me for a reading, for example, I want to give them a experience that makes them feel life isn’t just a mechanistic process and that we are all just a bunch of chatty monkeys. I want people to believe in magic, even if just for a moment, even if its just something for them to refer back to as a time when they felt the weirdness of Faerie, to quote the incomparably wonderful Kate, when they “let the weirdness in”.