One Day Closer

I only have four more days of living where I am . On Thursday we sign a lease. I've arranged for the utilities to be hooked up and for a bed to be delivered on Friday.
It's hard to believe we/I am moving on.
I hope to not loose the internet connection but it may not be possible to get it hooked up when we move...Ah, well, there is always Borders, LOL

Blown Away

I am totally blown away by a website that I found. It is a pagan spot and it is marvelous. I have never seen such friendly and nonjudgmental people anywhere. It's also a huge place boasting more than 18,000 members. There are forums, chat rooms and blogs. All great.
Some blog spots and chat places leave you wondering if anyone even noticed you are alive. This one starts from the get go letting you know you do matter and that you are welcome.
All I have to say is WOW.
What? You want to know where this place is? Maybe I'll share that at some future posting. Grins

One More Week

It's coming right down to the line. One more week and I will be living in my own place again. True it isn't a house, it's an apartment, but I have been homeless for 6 months now and sleeping on a sofa. A room of my own and a bed of my own sounds like heaven.
I don't care to go into the details of the whys of my current life, as it really is unimportant right now. The place I am moving to is loaded with ethnic diversity. I have seen some Africans and some Indians there as well and I expect there are Bosnian, etc. Some people might not want to live there, but I am sort of looking forward to it all as an adventure and if some of these strangers in a strange land are willing I may make myself some new friends.
I am not getting any younger and at age 62 starting my life all over again is not an easy thing to do. It seems so odd to be back to the same level in time as when I was 19. I am somewhat shaken up by it, but not discouraged. I have proven to myself, time and again that I am a survivor and adaptable. My sense of humor and strength have always gotten me through.
I am going to have that hippy crash pad that I wanted when I was young!

So I Begin

I have decided to review one major arcana card a day chosen at random. When I am done with the major arcana, I will move on to the court cards.
The first card I drew was of no surprise to me. It is the card that is the teacher for this year of my life, The Hermit.
Lately the Hermit is everywhere I go, there is no escaping the lessons to be learned. It is up to me to figure out what these lessons are.
For the sake of ease, I am using a Waite deck as most people are somewhat familiar with this deck. The Hermit is an elderly man with a long white beard and a gray cloak. He is hooded but his face remains in view. His face is at ease. He is not hiding from anyone or anything. He is perched on the top of a snow covered mountain. The background is the void. Nothing is visible beyond the light of the star filled lantern he is carrying in his hand. The other hand holds a staff to help him in his travels.
The Hermit can be looked upon as a teacher as well as a seeker. The lantern holds a star. As I see it, the star represents wishes fulfilled as in wishing upon a star. The Hermit shines the light from the top of the mountain as a beacon of fulfillment and knowledge. He shows the path for others to join him in his travels.
The Hermit is also alone and this represents the need to seek from within that which is needed for the spiritual self to grow and mature. There are no questions that the answer does not exists from within. That is our connection to the cosmos. All are one on the nonphysical planes.
That is all I have to say today about the Hermit. It is a great card of change, mastery and spirituality.
My interpretation of all tarot cards is intuitive. It is not to be found in a book, at least not in the whole. The tarot is a very personal thing. It speaks in different ways to each person, not unlike the Runes.

Moving On

Yes, I am moving on and I am feeling much better about life in general. I will soon be moving into new apartment and a new life.
I am leaving behind the things that made my life grow stale and bringing forth the things of growth.
Today I bought a large wall hanging for the apartment. It is a cloth banner done in black with multi colors of the chakra .I always wanted a home filled with the smell of incense and the playing of exotic music in the background. I am not Hindi but have appreciation for the gods and goddesses. I have a nice collection of metal statues and other object d'arte that will make a humble apartment into a place of retreat and healing for all those that enter.
Here's to the ending of things worn out and the beginning of things wanting to grow and flourish.

Confusion Is a Sign of

Confusion is a sign of old age. At least I've been told that by those younger and less confused than I am. Sometimes I believe they are right.
It's a long story. Back in 1999 I discovered the wonderful world of computers and the haven for all geeks, the Internet. I lived slept and breathed the net. It was the love of my life and what I wanted to be when I grew up. (yes, I know I can't become the internet). I knew my computer, it was a top of the line Gateway. It was Windows 98. I felt that was the number of windows that could be open at one time but I never put that theory to the test. I stopped at around 8 or 9 I think. Not matter...where was I, oh, speaking about confusion. I was net savey and a website building fool. I could even use html fairly well.
Time changes things. To make a long story much shorter, I ended up not online for a long span of time. The computer just wasn't good enough to do the things I wanted to do and I couldn't afford another one.
Here I am years later, with a new notebook that can dance circles and sing songs and whatever else I want or so the salesman told me. Trouble is, is it Vista and I know nothing. Oh I can figure some of it out, but ohhhhh, the net has changed and I can't remember how to do a cotton pickin' thing anymore.
I simply wanted to join someones network with my blog but I can't seem to figure out how that's done though many other people seem to have done it. It leaves me feeling stupid and confused. Surely that is a sign of OLD AGE.

Where?

Where is everyone here? Where did I leave 25 years of my life? Where do I go from here? Where will it end?

Where Am I

I feel like I am lost in space....it's that hollow sound when I tap myself on the forehead, I think. I've been trying to figure out how to add this blog to my gmail account so I can blog from there. I am far too easily confused.
Maybe it's due to not being a part of the tech generation? Help!

Start At The Beginning

I don't like first blogs. I never know what to write. Do I write for myself, or for someone else? If I simply dump out the contents of my head it will make a cauldron of word soup.
I've been searching around for a blog spot where people actually blog and read each others blogs as well. I have a blog on My Space where I really do blog. No one reads it and no one replies. That goes two ways. I don't read the blogs there as many of them are just gross and dim witted. Most people are more concerned with dating and what apps they can put on their space than in having a productive and intelligent interaction with anyone else.
More power to them if that makes them happy. It doesn't me, so here I am in hopes of better days.