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You asked: what will next year bring?

The Basis:
Tea, reversed
Athena and Albert Einstein are chatting in a tea shop. An oriental-style black dragon refills their cups.
Meaning: Seek out companions who understand you.

The Situation:
Heterodox
A rabbi, a priest, and a mullah walk into a gay bar, laughing together.
Meaning: You are walking the right balance between innovation and tradition.

The Outcome:
Recursion
An anthropomorphic turtle holds up a card on which is depicted an anthropomorphic turtle holding up a card, on which is depicted an anthropomorphic turtle holding up a card.
Meaning: Your big hard problem can be dealt with as a bunch of small easy problems. Take small steps towards solving it.

You may ask another question.

Reading from The Crowdsource Tarot.

You asked: Can I make a living being myself?

The Basis:
Avocado, reversed
A pretty waitress presents a halved avocado in both hands, her position hinting at other pleasures.
Meaning: The offer is purely commercial. Enjoy yourself as you think best, but guard your diet, your wallet and your heart.

The Situation:
Mecha
Two anime-style mecha duel with overly-adorned swords and energy blasts in front of a pagoda. The one that is facing the viewer has an open cockpit; a terrified androgynous Asian youth is piloting it.
Meaning: You don't think you can do this, but you can.

The Outcome:
Accumulator, reversed
Benjamin Franklin contemplates a Leyden jar being held to him by a hand emerging from a cloud.
Meaning: It might be time to use some of the things you've been holding on to.

You may ask another question.

Reading from The Crowdsource Tarot.

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Today, I have coffee. My son is in mismatched pjs, a cloth chain mail helmet, a cardboard battle helmet with an enormous red plume, and pooh bear socks. I am a dragon.
He just killed me. Too bad.

There is apple crisp in the oven and i have plans to fold laundry.

Tonight, DST ends.

Life isn't bad. Money is tight, but we keep getting by. My work challenges me to the brink with its demands for transformation and self development. I have no choice but to rise.

Now I have a helmet. I must go. Excuse me.

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This morning is so beautiful I can hardly stand it.

I have tea, and I ate a bowl of 10 grain hot cereal made with coconut milk and dried apples. A is still asleep after the excitement of Halloween, and I am so grateful that I can let him sleep in today. A friend will be coming to pick us up and take me to a day of working with my colleagues, and she'll take A to spend the day with her two little girls. M has gone off to work, fortified with pizza and tea, and with a car full of supplies for the coffee shop that I had the time to get yesterday.

I want every day to feel graceful and easy, even when there is hard work to be done. I want my home to be a peaceful haven, full of creativity and laughter and deep quiet.

It's the time of year for turning inward, and I am craving soulful connecting with the Great Self. I find myself searching for that red thread everywhere, trying my own tradition, the ways that have brought comfort in the past, and looking for something new, something that speaks loudly to me about the immense beauty and wisdom around me in this world. I have a few leads, and am trying to live with the question right now of next steps.

Also living with a question my teaching mentor left me with. Does this work lead to joy?. If it doesn't, I'm in the wrong place, and I am intently asking about this.

Right now, ridiculously grateful. still seeking. Heart open.

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so, cranky A had had a very big weekend. he was very tired. VERY tired.

this has not made a huge difference in the past. He can be falling over tired, and he would want me (or M, if I'm not home), to be in the room. This meant that there were nights I spent two hours sitting in his room, waiting for him to fall asleep. The last three weeks have been like that. Last week, I had had enough, and with my dear colleague as my cheerleader, I decided not to stay in his room at bedtime any more. This did not work out so well the first couple nights. He needed one of us either in his room, or in ours, to fall asleep. By the third night, he just wandered out when he was ready to sleep, and cuddled up to M in our bed, and was out. Last night, he fell asleep in the car.

Tonight, I sat in his room after his story for about ten minutes. Then I kissed him goodnight, told him I'd be in to check on him, and went out. He was fine-- said goodnight, and went on with the story he was telling himself out loud. These stories are mostly battle scenes with flying puppies and such in them. And he didn't come out of his room. After half an hour, I went in, tucked him back into bed the right way -- he was on top of the covers, head at the foot of the bed -- and turned off the salt lamp.

And so, our child went to sleep in his room, on his own. May this be a sign of things to come…

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Thanks be to all powers, my mother's alleged Mitt Romney liking has proven to be an error. Robert's sadly has not.

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That a former student liked Mitt's fb page,

Or that my mom did.

Sigh.

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THIS is the good stuff, people.

go. please go. and let's talk.

Martin telling stories is one of the best things I've seen in the last decade.

ellen_kushner,

tithenai, I'm looking at you!

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storytelling evening with Martin Shaw.

this man has the gift, people.

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My son now has a wooden sword and shield. He is a happy camper.

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Out on my deck. Totally gorgeous evening. A storm is on its way. Crickets are cricketing. Every so often, five or six blackbirds fly over. It's warm, but not hot, with a rising wind. There is work to do, but I am outside. A and M are both asleep. There were sweet corn and tomatoes at dinner.

Yesterday wast birthday, and it kind of sucked. It was my own fault, too, for a stupid mind game I had going with myself. So over that. Ask for what you want, doofus.

My classroom is coming together. Now to get the actual teaching in order, and I'll be set. I'm headed down to the big computer to hash out what skills I want to teach, when.

This needs to be the year I leave behind working from a place of fear, and open up to being generous, loving, and utterly myself.

Thunder is starting to spill out of the sky. The gold and peach of the sunset are fading to dull gray. Time to get the dog out here before the rain hits.

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next year's reading from Crowdsource Tarot.

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mark this day

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Not sure which is more upsetting

Are you in Devon?

holy crap

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April