There’s still a part of me that wants to wield my sword to fight b.s. battles. The I’m right, you’re wrong battles. The I will be vindicated battles. I used to face every one head on and then wonder why I was constantly exhausted. In studying the Queen of Swords (who closely walks with me), I realize that she’s made peace with her anger. She realizes how powerful her sword is, how precious the cut. Even her anger shouldn’t be wasted on “swine”.

Instead of seeing anger as an enemy that cuts me off at the knees, I’m making friends with it. I’m consciously spending time listening to its voice — which originally emanated from not being heard. I see the love behind the anger and the protection that its provided me over the years. Like any balanced Tarot card, knowing when to utilize its power is key–and having the confidence to lower the sword when I choose.

Hey y’all!

I’m so grateful to be back in my beloved VT (even with -1 wind chills tonight). Thanks for all your kind words about my Mom and my travels. It’s great to know that I have such loving support.

Cell service is spotty where I live, so my other phone is (802) 875-1602. Be sure to try that number if you can’t get me on the cell when making an appointment. You can always email me, too.

I’ve been thinking about a new name for my business. Though I love Tarot, I find that using it in the title is a bit limiting. So, look for a brand new website in the next few months–I’ll still be offering the same intuitive services and offering fabulous new ones, such as Harp Reiki (sooo cool).

Once I have my new business name and website up and running, you’ll be the first to know. Matarot isn’t going anywhere–but the name is.

Thanks again for your all your good vibes.

Raven

Sweet Jesus, I miss Vermont.

THANK ______ I will be back home this Friday if all goes well.

And guess what? I’ll be giving short intuitive readings at Pyramid Wellness in Rutland, VT this Saturday, 2/6 at their fabulous Psychic and Wellness from 12-6pm. There will be all kinds of cool stuff happening: aura photography, Tarot, psychometry and the amazing Himalayan Salt Cave!

So, let’s meet up and chat this Saturday from 12-6pm.

I lost my Mom on Tuesday night.

What can I write after a sentence like that?

I’m nearly 40. My mom was 82, my dad is 78. Over the last few years, I’ve been preparing myself to lose my parents. I didn’t know who would go first and at their advanced ages, either scenario would have its challenges.

I’m a writer. But I haven’t written anything about this until now. Fragments of words and sentences pass through my brain; they want to be written but I haven’t had a moment to myself. That’s the thing about death: it’s so…practical.

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