Thursday, December 26, 2013

Noo Spinoolean Tarot - Seventeen of Christmas

This is the last of the Christmas-themed drawings I did this year. I'd originally planned there to be 55 leading up to the Holiday, then a dozen more for the 12 days of Christmas which, it turns out, happen afterward leading up to Epiphany. I'm not sure if I'll wait until next year for the other 37, or if I'll intersperse them throughout the year, whenever I feel the need for "a little Christmas, right this very minute." I rather like the idea of a complete deck of Christmas playing cards, with a Greater Arcana composed of the 12 days. I've got plenty of time to work it out.

I don't know if I'll make it back here before the next holiday. If I don't, Happy New Year, Everybody!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Noo Spinoolean Tarot - Eighteen of Christmas

In all of our haste and panic in the last month -- just like every year -- we forget what today is supposed to be about. We don't remind ourselves often enough what a treasure belief is, and what the birth of a baby thousands of years ago would ultimately mean for the world.

Even for those who are not spiritual (or whose spirituality has lapsed, like me), no other day of the year speaks so loudly to the power of one person to change the world. No day speaks so loudly of the value of our children and the endless, hopeful potential that they represent. Of all of the days of the year, this one says that we can be better than we are, that we can rise above the noise and desperation and hate and soar like angels. 

This is the Day of days. And we get one every year just like it.

I wish there were two.

Merry Christmas, Everybody.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Noo Spinoolean Tarot - Sixteen of Christmas

Any excuse to smooch is a good one. 'Tis the mistletoe season. Pucker up!

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Monday, December 2, 2013

Noo Spinoolean Tarot - Fifteen of Christmas

Honest to goodness, some of the supposed "ugly sweaters" that turn up around this time of year really aren't. This one is, but that was the plan. So, anyway.

My Christmas cactus has buds on it and will soon have flowers. My Mom's two plants were already in unbelievably vivacious bloom with dozens of blossoms on each.

I'd like to say that I'm glad to be home after two weeks, but I've had revelations and epiphanies and some things have got to change. I walked in, set my bag down and said out loud, "I hate it here."

Fa la la la la, lala la laaa.