Raiding the Stash

Townsend’s chipmunk (Neotamias townsendii) is a species of rodent in the squirrel family, Sciuridae. It lives in the forests of the Pacific Northwest of North America, from extreme southwestern British Columbia through western Washington and western Oregon. Townsend’s chipmunk is named after John Kirk Townsend, an early 19th-century ornithologist.[2]

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Tarot Journal #30: XII The Hanged Man

Suspended on the Brink of a Precipice

I am working on reducing stress and increasing acceptance for whatever will be as I move into uncertainty. I have to accept uncertainty as a natural way of being. As the world is a random and usually unpredictable place, this should be my expectation. Maybe when I am feeling secure, I am simply in denial. I will move forward with this attitude and see where it takes me.

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A Day for Rabbits

Nuttall’s Cottontail (Sylvilagus nuttallii)

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Tarot Journal #29: 18 Moon/Nine of Cups

Drinking the Tears of the Moon

Each night I collect tears that fall from the moon

through

my sleeping mind

catching them in a goblet of flickering dreams

to drink when I awake,

illuminating,

with unearthly silver reflection,

the shadows

in forgotten corners

where the dreams tell stories

with their dancing forms

the way the bees give each other directions

to fields of pollen-rich blossoms

using the language of another way of thinking.

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Tarot Journal #28: Daughter of Coins

Emerging into My True Self

According to Buddha

Above all, be at ease, be as natural and spacious as possible. Slip quietly out of the noose of your habitual anxious self, release all grasping, and relax into your true nature. Think of your ordinary emotional, thought-ridden self as a block of ice or a slab of butter left out in the sun. If you are feeling hard and cold, let this aggression melt away in the sunlight of your meditation. Let peace work on you and enable you to gather your scattered mind into the mindfulness of Calm Abiding, and awaken in you the awareness and insight of Clear Seeing. And you will find all your negativity disarmed, your aggression dissolved, and your confusion evaporating slowly like mist into the vast and stainless sky of your absolute nature.

From sloppy buddhist

This is what I am working on today put into perfect words by a fellow blogger.

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