New podcast project and office reorganization

Sorry I’ve been quiet lately, I’ve been a little swept up in first edits on my novel, Altar of Change.  I’m nearly finished, and then I’ll be asking some friends to read through and hack it apart so I can make it stronger, better.

While I’ve been editing, I’ve had another idea gestating in my brain.  I watched this video on YouTube last week, and I felt very drawn to try and introduce a daily devotional element into my personal practice.  Since I don’t do anything quietly, without lots of examination, writing, and sharing, I decided that this might just make a fantastic podcast.

Bewitching Your Day was born.

I’ve been wanting to do more with this blog, and this is a great reason to move it to its own domain, which will be happening soon.  I’ll make an announcement on that later.

It will not only be the home of my typical bloggy ramblings, but it will also be the home of Bewitching Your Day, a podcast dedicated to finding spirituality every single day.  I will talk about various things that present themselves to me, or occur to me, and I will release a new (short) podcast EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR 366 DAYS.

Yeah, it’s kind of a big project.

Cleaning/reorganizing my office

We all need a little sacred space in our lives.  This office (my half) has been used for hardcore, marathon gaming sessions, working from home, job searches, storage for art supplies, and everything else.  I feel like I’m embarking on a new journey in my life, and I want this space to change with me.

So it’s time for me to clear the clutter and make this space a welcoming, creative, sacred place for me to do my thing.

In the spirit of honesty, let me show you what I mean.

My dirty office 1/3

My dirty office 1/3

My dirty office 2/3

My dirty office 2/3

My dirty office 3/3

My dirty office 3/3

 

I’m a strong believer in receiving omens

The omens have been good on this one.  I keep seeing hawks everywhere I go, and they’re a symbol of finding your life path.  I’ve been searching for some time, and this just feels right to me.  Also, a tarot reading I did on Mother’s Day (Tarot and Tea 2014) was very positive.

So I have a feeling that things are about to start looking up!  I wish you luck in all of your journeys as well.  🙂

More bird omens and good coffee

This morning, when I was taking our roommate into work, I nearly ran into 4 huge crows in the middle of the road who were fighting over some poor dead critter.  I’ve always been a huge fan of the crow rhyme (have I listed it here?), and 4 is for birth.  So I’m wondering what new thing will be coming into our life right now.  Bear just had an interview that seemed to go really well, so hopefully that’s a sign of good things to come.  🙂

One is for Sorrow,
Two is for Mirth.
Three for a Wedding,
Four for a Birth.
Five is for Silver,
Six is for Gold,
Seven for a Secret Never to be Told.
Eight is for Heaven,
Nine is for Hell.
Ten is for the Devil’s Own Self.

Crow/Raven is also kind of a family totem, as it’s part of the name we adopted when we got married and in our various creative pursuits, so I pay special attention when it shows itself.

Later, as I was taking the dogs out, there was an enormous hawk sitting on the deck.  He flew away, and I marveled at how big he was.  His wingspan must have been 3 1/2 feet easily.

According to All Totems, hawk’s message is insight, adaptability, openness, visionary power and guardianship.  So there’s an opportunity out there for me that I need to pay attention to.  When Bear gets his job, I finally get to quit my job and start working from home again.  I get to leave behind the pain of my stressful retail job, and do better for myself.  I get to apply for insurance, regulate my sleep schedule, decide how much stress I’m willing to allow in my life, and act accordingly.  It will be great for my writing, great for my fibro, and I’ll be making more money to boot.  It will improve a lot of things for me.

Photograph of a Red-tailed Hawk en ( Buteo jam...

Photograph of a Red-tailed Hawk en ( Buteo jamaicensis en ). Photo taken at the Zoo America in Hershey, Pennsylvania where it was identified.

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Today I’m drinking a 1/2 blend of Starbucks Sumatra and Peet’s Major Dickason with white chocolate and macadamia creamer.  Holy shit.  I’m in love.  Who needs sex?
(Wait, scratch that….)

Moth symbolism

moth

moth (Photo credit: stuant63)

So, something you may not know about the Bear.  He’s 6’6″, 300+ lbs, sports a mean-looking mohawk, and generally looks bad ass.  However, he hates, hates HATES moths.  He runs from our porch steps to the door as quickly as possible, because their fluttery hijinx freak him out.  As his loving, doting wife, I obviously find this hilarious.

A few weeks ago, he spotted what he described as a huge greenish moth, and I think it was a luna moth that he saw.  But moths aren’t just popping up for him, I’m also finding them in strange places and dreams, as if they’re trying to get my attention.  So, being the superstitious person that I am, I decided to do some research into moth symbolism.

Luna Moth

Luna Moth (Photo credit: kpauli)

To me, on a completely intuitive level, the moth represents tenacity.  If you’ve ever seen a moth hurtle headfirst into a lightbulb over and over, you know what I mean.  They also try to do whatever they can to be near any light source, and will hang onto a window for HOURS if there’s a lightsource inside.

I could certainly use some tenacity in my life.  I’ll take that as a lesson.  My second job just ended (I worked for my parents’ shop for 19 years, and they just sold it), so it really is time for me to get serious about doing something good for myself.  On that note, I’ve been writing quite a lot, and I just got a new power cable for my laptop, so I will be able to edit Altar of Change.  I’m excited.  It may be somewhat publishable soon.  We’ll see.  🙂

Other moth symbolism: Lunar energies of intuition, psychic awareness, vulnerability, attraction, and determination.  Moths aren’t like butterflies who emerge from a soft chrysalis.  They build around themselves a hard, crunchy shell, and when they emerge, they’re very soft and vulnerable to the elements.  Like me.  (No elaboration needed.  :-D)

Seeing pink elephants...

(Photo credit: G P Cat)

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