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As I've noted before, I'm feeling more need for inspiration than usual, and I suspect that's true of many of my friends. I'm also thinking I may be able to use this card draw for my own inspiration (see below).

It's a Full Moon tonight, so I figure I'll offer to draw cards. I hope to send some good energy out into the world, to spark some hope and creativity. You can ask about real life or a creative project, or even a game. I can draw a card for you to meditate on, to represent the Guide you need right now, or to get you unstuck. I can draw a card for a character or can draw a card or cards for you to use as writing or art prompts. Play is sacred; ask for what you need, or just for the fun of it. Both new friends and old are welcome.

I hope you will stop by my garden. It was windy outside earlier, but warm enough (above freezing, at least) that I went out to get some exercise and catch cute pixel-critters instead of posting this afternoon. But even with the warmer day, everything is still winter-grey. The garden plot is almost completely bare of snow, despite having been piled high earlier, but in a couple of months it will be time to start planting there. It's time to make plans and do some planting inside. I have a bunch of small plastic pots set by the sink to wash, and seed-starter mix to fill them with is in a bag nearby. But there's no particular hurry; you can stop by when you want and the winter-sleeping seeds will wait patiently.

For free one card readings, you can pick from the Brian Froud's Faeries Oracle, my combined Susan Seddon Boulet Animal Spirits and Goddesses cards, or the Shapeshifter Tarot. You can ask a question, ask for a Guide, ask for inspiration, or you can just ask for a card. I don't need to know what your question is, but you are welcome to share it with me if you like.

The first card is free (though tips are always appreciated). Tips also let you ask me to use any of my other decks, to request a private reading, or to draw a clarifying card. If you want a longer reading, send a direct message so we can agree on the type of reading and rate.

Please consider dropping something in the guitar case below. Readings take time and energy, and even though the Milwaukee winter, like everything else, has been affected by global warming, winter heat is pricey and old houses always need repair somewhere or other.

Signal boosts are very much appreciated, and also earn you the right to ask for a clarifying card.

Today I'm trying a new thing--if donations reach $50 or more, I will use one or more of the cards drawn today as inspiration for a new acrylic sketch/painting, which I will share here, so you can all see how you inspire me.

I'll periodically update progress on that goal here. So far, I have received $26 of the $50 needed to prompt a sketch-level painting. If we go over that amount, I will put more time into moving the painting onward from the sketch stage.

I understand all too well that when people don't have cash or spoons that is generally when they most need inspiration! Don't be afraid to ask for a card if you can't tip.

If you tip, it's helpful to me for you to mention it here so I can connect your paypal information with your request. Tips should be at least $1 (Paypal charges fees). If that doesn't work for you, drop me a message and we'll work something out.

I've written before about why I do readings and some of the decks I use here, feel free to hop over and check me out. I'll wait.

I will reply to all requests. In the highly unlikely event that the number of requests nears my limits, I'll close this card draw by adding a clear note at the top of the post rather than risk leaving anyone without a response. However, I intend to stay open at least through Saturday night, and longer for paid readings since in these days of low LJ usage, people may find the post late.

Thank you, and Blessed Be!

As always, these readings are for entertainment and inspiration only. See my "Dandelyon's Readings" page if you have questions.

This entry was originally posted at http://wyld-dandelyon.dreamwidth.org/443498.html. Be welcome to comment wherever you prefer.


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Feb. 11th, 2017 10:02 am (UTC)
It's 9:00pm, the temperature is still 30C but feels like 35C and humidity is 66%.

A visitor from the Faeries oracle would be very welcome.

Anyone else who'd like to tag along is welcome - we have a full outdoor fire ban on but we do know that Monday is supposed to be better....
Feb. 11th, 2017 08:31 pm (UTC)
Ilbe the Retriever
Ah, it sounds like I'd be happier stepping from my cold to your warmth, at least for a bit, but since you're here, come in! It's warm enough inside, though it doubtless feels cool to you, considering. The cats are playing in the library, and at first we think they are tussling with each other, but then a thin grey form separates from the pile and rises above the others on dragonfly wings. He has cat ears and a narrow lion-like face, and lights gleam around his face and on his wings and shoulders. He has something in his hands--or some things, rather, as he shakes some cat toys in one hand, making them rattle, and then tosses them, feather-mice flying in two different directions. The longhair siamese and shorthair black cats peel off in two different directions, each one intent on one of the toys.

Smiling, he wings toward us. "Cats are such marvelous helpers," he says, "hiding things that need to germinate for a while, and revealing things that need to be dealt with."

I realize that there's an old dry hairball on the floor where the cats were tussling, and excuse myself to move it to the trash and wash my hands. Ilbe remains with you, perching on an old stand-alone ashtray that I'm using as a candle holder. He's skinny enough to use the large candle as a backrest.

"It's still yours, you know." Just like that, Ilbe is holding something out to you, something that you'd thought was lost, or not practical, or just a daydream. From where I'm standing, washing my hands in the kitchen, I only catch a glimpse of color and iridescence, but it's clear that you recognize whatever it is. "Maybe it's time to set aside some time, to say 'I can' and get to work? Or I can let the cats play with it for a while longer." But he looks sad at that last sentence. Whatever dream it is, he clearly hopes you'll take it up again, and give it the attention it needs.

I turn to pick out a tiny teacup and add some ginger cookies to the plate I'm bringing in--Ilbe is fond of them--and return to the living room. By the time I arrive, his gift to you is gone, and I can't tell if you've tucked it into your pocket or the cats have it.

I do see, however, that somehow while he was talking to you, Ilbe has tucked a pen into the curl of cloth that holds my paint brushes, reminding me that there's stories to tell. Ilbe is a good friend to have, in these times that distract a person from their dreams.

Feb. 11th, 2017 08:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Ilbe the Retriever
Thank you!
Feb. 11th, 2017 09:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Ilbe the Retriever
You're very welcome, and thank you for the tip.
Feb. 11th, 2017 11:37 am (UTC)
Me again - that crumpled, oddly stained dollar bill in the guitar case is from me. This time I'll be grateful for one card, from any deck; again, whatever the Universe thinks I need to hear right now. Thanks!
Feb. 11th, 2017 09:23 pm (UTC)
The Singer of Courage, reversed
Thank you for tipping. Every little bit counts.

It is dark and quiet, and bad things are happening in the world. It's reasonable to be afraid. You know this Singer, but her voice has become muted by all that's going on, and your fears seem to loom in the shadows, rumble in the closet, and lurk under the bed.

Slowly, you become aware that the Singer is sitting beside you, glowing softly and surely. As you turn to her and start, hesitantly, to sing with her, her glow brightens, banishing the shadows. It may take a while, but slowly reality is revealed, and you can see past the things you fear to see everything else that is there, both in the larger world and in your immediate surroundings. You see the quilt on your bed, a crazy-quilt of all the good things you and your friends and family have built. There are doubtless some worn spots, but you can add new patches. You can see your books and artwork, the dreams you've gathered over the years to inspire you.

As you steady, the Singer goes to your closet and opens it, to reveal all the tools you have already waiting for you to pick them up and get to work. Sure, there's things to be afraid of, but that is a call to action, not a thing to immobilize you--especially when the Singer of Courage is there with you.

If my word picture doesn't seem to apply directly to your situation, I think the most important part is the question, "What else is there?" Something you are overlooking or haven't noticed yet is most likely the key or tool you need right now.
Feb. 12th, 2017 12:09 pm (UTC)
Re: The Singer of Courage, reversed
Oh, wow! Ever since the unthinkable happened, back in November, I've been trying, sometimes forcing myself, to see positive things in the chaos that surrounds the world now, and especially to try to think of positive things to do that will help put the world to rights. And the idea I keep coming back to is protest songs - back when I was a hippie, we ended a war and forced a sitting president to resign before he could be impeached, basically by singing protest songs. I've found a number of the old ones that are still topical, or need only minimal changing, but I desperately need to know more of what today's Bards are singing. (I'm even trying to write some myself; I can be pretty good with lyrics, but I have no skill at all as a tunesmith, so maybe they'll just be filks.)

So I sing along, in my loud, true-pitched "female baritone" voice; I can hear that She's smiling at me! There are other things I can do to help fix the situation, and I'm doing them, too, but the Singer's visit confirms my feeling that what I most need to do is SING! Thank you, Singer, and thank you, wyld_dandelyon!

Feb. 12th, 2017 12:27 pm (UTC)
Re: The Singer of Courage, reversed
Don't be afraid to try to make your own tunes. Everyone starts somewhere!

Besides, protest tunes not only don't need to be fancy, they're almost always better off not being fancy, so everybody can sing them comfortably.

Feb. 13th, 2017 11:24 am (UTC)
Re: The Singer of Courage, reversed
♫ "All we are saying..... is give peace a chance!"♪
(arguably the simplest protest song there is...)

Feb. 11th, 2017 05:29 pm (UTC)
I would love a card! I am about 5 weeks pregnant and in high anxiety stage...

Threw $5 into the guitar case since you've been so gracious with so many readings!
Feb. 11th, 2017 09:42 pm (UTC)
Ishtar, giver of light
Oh, wow, Congratulations! I so very much understand that feeling. Bringing a child into an uncertain world is always anxiety-provoking, but you know, we all were born into an uncertain world. But come in, come in out of the cold! I have milk and herbal teas, if you are avoiding caffeine, and my partner doubtless has some saltines if richer food wouldn't sit well.

When we get inside, we find Ishtar sitting in my chair. Her skin is dark and she is wearing the milky way as a robe--or perhaps it is sea froth, alternately hiding and revealing her face. Moonlight gleams in her dark hair, and she smiles at you, and comes straight to you, laying her hand on your belly in blessing. "I will be there when you need me," she says.

And then she is gone.

This is a link to a copy of Seddon-Boulet's painting: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/341710690448596263/

Ishar is a creator goddess, the source of all life and the embodiment of the power of nature, but she is more than that. She is a lawgiver and judge, and goddess of time, love, and war. She is forthright and unafraid. She certainly seems like a good choice for your guide, protector, or companion at this time.
Feb. 12th, 2017 12:43 am (UTC)
Re: Ishtar, giver of light
Thank you so much!
Feb. 11th, 2017 09:45 pm (UTC)
Also, thank you for the tip. It is very much appreciated!
Feb. 11th, 2017 10:11 pm (UTC)
I would like a card. Whatever the universe has to say to me :)

Thank you! <3
Feb. 12th, 2017 11:59 am (UTC)
Epona's Wild Daughter
Gleaming like the full moon, Dorcha gallops across the floor, racing with the black cat. An ancient owl glides above them, like a fond grandmother watching over her beloved grandchildren. She transforms back and forth between human-shape, feline centaur, and fairy as they race, her long blond hair streaming behind her in each form.

Eventually, of course, the cat gets tired and climbs into the cat tree and lays down in the little room there, near where the owl has already settled. But Dorcha isn't tired, just thirsty. She comes to join us at the table, where we're talking about how dark the future looks from here.

"When you look at it differently, a problem stops being one." She says it casually, and takes a cookie from the plate.

"What?" She's derailed my train of thought.

But she just smiles. She is a sphynx, after all, and prone to posing riddles, not answering them.

She finishes her cookie, then says, "If you can't transform the world--though I'm all for transforming the world, when it needs a change--transform yourself." She eats another cookie, and then becomes a white, winged kitten, flits to your lap, and demands that you rub her ears.

As you comply and she starts to purr, I realize that she has managed to do a bit of both.
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