Draw for April 3, 2017

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The Giants' Tarot, Raven Kaldera

The Giants’ Tarot, Raven Kaldera

Draw for April 3, 2017
Active Influence: Sinmora/Queen of Wands
Rune: Othala/Inheritance
Hidden Influence: Skadi/Justice

Okay, so Sinmora and Othala both return from Saturday’s draw, in the same position—but at least Othala is upright this time. In place of Saturday’s card of Loki & Thor, Skadi brings a serious undertone to the proceedings today. Justice is served, cold and crisp; the non-tangible ancestral inheritance plays out in unexpected ways today. Sinmora meets Skadi’s ice with Her own heat, and the reaction gives you creative energies to channel into the new opportunities which arise once the past has been set to rest.

Weekly Insight from the Oracles for April 2, 2017

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Daily Poem: How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear ~ Edward Lear

April 1, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Daily Poem: How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear ~ Edward Lear

In honor of the playful spirit of April 1st, a poem from the delightful Mr. Lear is in order. If you must play jokes today, please do so from a place of kindness. Cruelty is not funny.

Al Stewart has a wonderful musical version of this poem as well, which you can listen to on his YouTube channel.

How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear
~ Edward Lear

How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.

His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.

He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
(Leastways if you reckon two thumbs);
He used to be one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.

He sits in a beautiful parlour,
With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.

He has many friends, laymen and clerical,
Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical,
He weareth a runcible hat.

When he walks in waterproof white,
The children run after him so!
Calling out, “He’s gone out in his night-
Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!”

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.

He reads, but he does not speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer;
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!

Draw for April 1, 2017

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The Giants' Tarot, Raven Kaldera

The Giants’ Tarot, Raven Kaldera

Draw for April 1, 2017
Active Influence: Sinmora/Queen of Wands
Rune: Othala/Inheritance (reversed)
Hidden Influence: Loki & Thor/Seven of Swords

Of course Loki is going to show up on April Fool’s Day—how could He resist? We see Him here in Prime Trickster mode. Of course, it’s only to help His good friend Thor regain what was stolen from Him. Of course, the not-so-quiet snickering in the background is just your imagination. (It’s not, actually. He is absolutely giggling here.)

There’s a lot of energy moving today, and you may feel inspired to do creative work. That’s good, do all the creative work your heart desires! Today is not a good day for practical matters or business contracts. It’s Saturday, and no one expects you to be in the office, so put off answering that email until Monday. It will be better for everyone if you wait.

Daily Poem: Dreamwood ~ Adrienne Rich

March 31, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Daily Poem: Dreamwood ~ Adrienne Rich

Dreamwood
~ Adrienne Rich

In the old, scratched, cheap wood of the typing stand
there is a landscape, veined, which only a child can see
or the child’s older self, a poet,
a woman dreaming when she should be typing
the last report of the day. If this were a map,
she thinks, a map laid down to memorize
because she might be walking it, it shows
ridge upon ridge fading into hazed desert
here and there a sign of aquifers
and one possible watering-hole. If this were a map
it would be the map of the last age of her life,
not a map of choices but a map of variations
on the one great choice. It would be the map by which
she could see the end of touristic choices,
of distances blued and purpled by romance,
by which she would recognize that poetry
isn’t revolution but a way of knowing
why it must come. If this cheap, mass-produced
wooden stand from the Brooklyn Union Gas Co.,
mass-produced yet durable, being here now,
is what it is yet a dream-map
so obdurate, so plain,
she thinks, the material and the dream can join
and that is the poem and that is the late report.
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