Those crisp winter days will soon be here. Remember them?

Darn it, the edges of the days are starting to blur so I don’t know which is which anymore. I meant to listen to the interview with Ian McKellen on The Arts Today, and wrote it on the calendar beside my desk. Then noticed it today, and realized it was for last night.

This happens more and more lately. I missed an interview with Doris Lessing on Sunday afternoon, on Writers and Company, another CBC Radio program.

It’s cool. It’s grey. It’s windy. Yet I am drawn to walk in it. Perhaps my aura needs to be swept clean by the air moving forcefully through it.

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A tarot reading I did last week lasted three hours and depleted two plastic packages of Kleenex tissue as the lady who visited me allowed her emotions out. Her life has been exceptionally tough for the last couple of years.

She was smiling and laughing when she left. Once again, my belief in the usefulness of intuitive counselling has been reinforced. If nothing else, the reading can be a sort of release as well as a tool for self-empowerment and understanding.

I feel honoured to be so trusted with such powerful emotion, feelings that many of us would be too embarrassed to express in the presence of someone we don't know well. Somehow, these readings take place in a sacred circle where anything can happen.

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Don at 6'clock when he came in from walking around the farmyard:

“Mom, have we got leftovers to warm up for supper tonight?”

Me:
“No. I was thinking of making spaghetti.”

Don, almost shouting:
“That sounds like a great plan!”

Made me smile.

xoxoetc
~~~Kate