La La Land…

Welcome to Daytona Beach!I always thought living in a highly haunted town would be fun, and for the most part it was. Highly stimulating, Saint Augustine has a world of charm. But, after a few years the constant bombardment of spirit activity bouncing off of one’s psyche and id can become tiring, overwhelming, exhausting. Add to that the never ending stream of tourists and strangers coming and going, one can find themselves feeling just a little bit displaced, a ship drifting along a distant but familiar shore.

Chatting with folks that have been born and raised in the Oldest City lends another side of the story. Not many who can claim the sea side town their birth place still reside there, the lion’s share of them having already relocated, pushed out or moving on for one reason or another. But most of them sing the same old song…their beloved Saint Augustine is not what it once was. Gone are the days of quaint and relaxed community, replaced by what the City Commissioners have created in a profit making sort of Disneyland for tourists. There is that same old familiar right side of the tracks where the city will support the community, but only if there is money to be had in it for them. Then there is the other side of the tracks which is anything not belonging to the right side. I even saw a story written up in the infamous “Old City Life” magazine that opined anything north and west of the Old City was ghetto slums where the undesirables live. A stern letter to the editor of said rag went without consideration nor reply. I’m sure other property owners like myself were not at all appreciative of the stigma the city had put upon them and were just as irate as I was at hearing that my tax dollars and residency was considered valuable not at all.

In essence, what had once been a sweet seaside community with caring neighbors and a sense of belonging, where artistic folks could let their paints flow free with the sea breezes had been transformed over a very short period of years into a money pot for those with vested interests. Add to that the energy of oh so many angry dead and you’ve got yourself a reason to move on. Oh yes…angry. Anger built up over centuries of war and bloodshed, slavery and abuse, disease and poverty. Chatting with a retired tour guide of the oldest streets, I was told that only about 11% of the “oldest” buildings within the Oldest City were really original in one way or another. All the rest were replaced and fashioned to resemble the oldest things. What used to be a flourishing artist community has now been discouraged and dismantled, laws forbidding artists to ply their trade abound within the city limits.¬† But the homeless bums can enjoy unlimited loitering, threatening passers by and pan handling to their heart’s content. And when Lincolnville was “just another slum”, the only place that many of the locals and artists could afford to live, the area went virtually ignored and left blighted until by chance some enterprising chap thought to capitalize on the authenticity of the area when the trend seemed to catch on and now, with most of the locals pushed out, it has become one of the most lucrative and desirable parts of town to reside in. (Move over South Park…)

Tolomato Cemetery. Joke. About twice per year the City opens the old rusty gates of one of the country’s oldest cemeteries to allow tours conducted to raise money for upkeep to the grounds. Chatting up a docent on that sunny fall afternoon brought confirmation of something I already sensed…mainly that there was no one still buried in the old hallowed grounds. They had all been moved some decades before to other cemeteries far and wide. Fake. Like the rest of the poor old town. This is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. :/

That’s fine. I am grateful that I was able to reside in that place for six years, enjoying my favourite landmarks, the Bridge of Lions and the Firehouse Beach. Yearning for something different, I moved on…

Now we find ourselves immersed within a new adventure which I will share with you, dear friends, as the adventure unfolds! Daytona Beach is a most fun town! The choice of food and restaurants can not be beat and the friendly atmosphere of the town is contagious! I didn’t realize just how invaded with negative spirit energy I was in Saint Augustine until I left that place. Like a breath of fresh air, I now have my wits back! Yes, there is still the occasional wandering spirit looking for peace and someone to validate him or her, but not like the constant stream of souls that move through the Oldest City’s space. Yes, it is still one of the most active spirit sites on the planet, so I urge anyone who wants to experience it to most definitely make the trip. But for me…I like to call Daytona Beach home…for now. ūüôā

Florida Autumn…

Barn owl...

It always seems like it goes down the same way every year…around the middle of June, Florida becomes a beautiful, sunny furnace. Everyone feels like they are walking on the Sun. And, while the warmth is glorious, it gets a little old around early August, where you will find nearly everyone counting the days until those hot winds and humidity begin to wane.

And then it happens…

Almost like magic. The switch is flipped and the sweltering heat ceases literally overnight, shifting from oppression to liberation. The AC is turned off and the windows and doors are flung open with gleeful abandon. The usual cacophony of amphibians and cicada fades into a quietness ushered in by the rare song of birds on the move from there to there. The air takes on an heirloom quality of that familiar autumn relief, prompting more leisure time out of doors as everyone readies for the holidays beginning with my favourite…Halloween!

Up north, the leaves are turning and the temps are plunging, but here in the south the seasons take there time winding down. Our leaves hang around until mid-December. The beach is still doable well into November. Never snowing works for me, loving the ambiance of a huge queen palm stuffed full of twinkle lights. I am amused by the local clothiers displaying their boots and winter jackets, as if they know what real cold is all about. But we let them have their fun. I’d rather pretend that it is freezing cold out than to actually be in the arctic of a northern winter.

The little critters ready for the nap and leisure that comes with the cooler temperatures, the frogs and lizards the first to retreat for the season, and we dearly miss them around here when that time rolls around. And there is nothing finer than to lie in bed, windows open, with a cool gentle breeze drifting through the darkness, being wrapped up in a snuggly quilt and hearing the trill of an owl floating in the night on the smell of jack pines, their silent flight only noticed after their song is gone. Oh, how I love the fall!

Sure…most folks grumble about the time changes and the ever decreasing hours of light given to the day. But I never notice. I simply wrap myself up in Autumn and let my heart soar on the clear cool ways of this time of the year, each time feeling like first time and eagerly anticipating it each and every time as if it was a new surprise. The respite that comes with the shortening days brings a welcoming sigh of relief and a well deserved relaxing. A time of resting…

Enjoy the season, my friends…

…Namaste.

The Shop is Moving!

…and it is a good thing!

Just an update about the store. Last weekend was our final weekend at the St. Augustine Market Place. We had a good run there for six long wonderful years! But as we are relocating to Daytona Beach, Florida, we will also be bringing the store with us! If all goes to plan, we will be reopening  around Christmas time, sometime thereabouts. Or at the latest right after the first of the year 2016. We are so excited! I cannot tell you how much!

In the meantime, I wish to thank all of the wonderful clients and customers who have been with us throughout these first years and hope that they will continue to be our patrons. It has been a beautiful surprise to have all the phone calls and messages of support and approval come flooding in at the news of our advancement up and onward to the next level of success! The whole journey has been truly an inspiration!

As the time draws nearer, I will be sending emails, postcards and phone calls to every client and customer with contact information and news. As always, you can drop me a line, respond right here to this post, or call at anytime for further information. I will also be posting our progress right here to share with all of my dear friends, clients and customers so that no one will miss a thing! This really is a most exciting time!

Thank you again, everyone! We love you all! <3

Vardo Kids...

Bamboo Arts Center Spirit Celebration!

…and a grand celebration it was! I had heard that Saundra Emerson and Gary Broughman had an exquisite place where yoga, serenity, organic gardening and a beautiful lakeside homestead sitting high upon the hill overlooking the¬†calm and peaceful waters¬†were the normal daily fare out in DeLeon Springs in northern/central Florida. But little did I know just how awsome this place really was until I experienced it for myself!

Bamboo Arts Spirit Celebration - Fun!

Bamboo Arts Spirit Celebration - Fun!

As we drove down to their place early Saturday morning on the 16th of October – the¬†day that the Spirit Celebration was to be held – I felt as if I was going back in time…to the 1960’s! Images of Woodstock came flooding in and I squeaked with delight as we entered the property! As we¬†wandered on down the dirt road through the dappled sunlight breaking through the trees, it really was as if we were beginning a journey into another place, another era, where times were easy and the soul could relax and breathe. When the Center came into sight, it was like coming home. The beautiful and serene tree surrounding the lake, the gardens, both floral and vegetable, teamed with abundance, and the rolling hills, spacious pines and the overall feel of the place was one of the most welcoming I have experienced in a very long time.

Jammin'...

Lots of great music at the Bamboo Arts Spirit Celebration!

As we unloaded out gear and entered the expansive lawn and stage area, everyone was friendly, welcoming and helpful. It felt like old home week as old friends an new came by to offer their “hellos” and their helps. It wasn’t long before everyone was set up and ready for a fun day filled with music, laughter and good times! The cafe at the main house offered the most wonderful organic homemade fixins for a very modest fee, and the weather that day was absolutely gorgeous with blue skies, a gentle breeze and just right temperatures. There was big music up on the stage for most of the day, with homegrown bands, poetry and spoken word recitations. But here and there all about the property (which is huge!) were little clusters of musicians jamming together and making the sweetest music an ear could ever hear. And sprinkled among the trees and scattered about the lawn were tents where readers, healers, and peddlers of various sundry fare would delight the senses as one strolled by. Crystal skulls, gemstone jewelry, incense and peppermints, hand made¬†one of a kind items and lots of other things were there to be had for very reasonable prices. A very impressive¬†turnout from vendors, readers, crafts folk, musicians and spectators made this an event to remember. My cheeks¬† hurt from smiling all day! And when all was said and done, after reluctantly calling it a day as the sun set and we readied for home, I could not recall a more lovely time spent on a beautiful Saturday afternoon!

Hearts a blazin' at Sleeping Gypsy's tent!

Hearts a blazin' at Sleeping Gypsy's tent!

Rumor has it that Bamboo Arts Celebration Center will be having more events coming up starting in January 2011. Keep a watchful eye on this blog and my web page – Sleeping Gypsy – for all the latest updates and developments for announcements for upcoming celebrations at the Bamboo Arts Celebration Center at 4490 Cave Lake Road in DeLeon Springs, Florida. Until then, give them a look see at their web site: Bamboo Arts Celebration Center.

You will be so glad you did…

Until next time…

…Namaste!

My Haunted St. Augustine…

Low Crypt Graves @ Tomolato Cemetery ~ St. Augustine, Florida

Low Crypt Graves @ Tomolato Cemetery ~ St. Augustine, Florida

 

Well, here we are, four months into¬†ournew home in the country’s oldest city, and I have to say I am lovin’ it! There is so much to do and see! If one wants to be the tourist and take in the sites, the Old City awaits day or night. Or, if exploring is more your thing, the whole surrounding area (and the whole state of Florida and Georgia for that matter!) is teeming with little nooks and crannies full of the interesting and unusual. Whether it is the big city and shopping (Premier Outlet Malls and Jacksonville) or other quaint little burgs (Palatka and Palm Coast and Green Cove Springs) there is always something interesting to do and see in the Northern and Central Florida and Southern Georgia. (People say that Northern Florida is really a part of Southern Georgia, as the Georgian’s say that the Northern part of the state of Florida is too good for the rest of the state; it’s all the “First Coast”, however, and it is all good!)I have never seen so much vegetation except for maybe the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas where the maternal side of¬†my family is from. It is a prolific rain tropical forest type of¬†environment abounding with wildlife of every sort – especially birds! Bald eagles, hummers, spoon bills, all sorts of herons and egrets, many varieties of little finches, buzzards and vultures, split tailed kites, and majestic brown pelicans…just to name a very small few. As a lover of all critters, I am in Seventh Heaven here. Hooty owls can be heard¬†late at night in the woods across the street from our little shotgun style home. I love to lay in bed at night and listen to them hoot and trill! One of my favourite creatures is probably the smallest: the Anoles. They are little guys with great big hearts, doing push ups to impress when one wanders into their territory. And the babies are so very tiny and small, but with a heart as big as any little adult of the species. What do they eat? It’s hard to imagine…¬†

An Old Garden gate ~ Old City ~ St. Augustine, Florida

An Old Garden gate ~ Old City ~ St. Augustine, Florida

 

There is always something interesting to see in the Old City. During the daylight hours, one can go down to the King Street/St. George Street area, take a look around, do some shopping¬†and marvel at some of the old and restored deep south style homes. Most of them have been turned into Bed n Breakfasts, or businesses, but all along the outskirts of the central part of the Old City there are blocks and blocks of really old homes that people still live in, either students from the nearby Flagler College or the residents that have been there for quite some time. Vibrant during the day, and quite bucolic, it’s the night time that brings out the spiritual vibrations from the¬†dwellings in the city.¬†

My favourite street to wander in the wee hours is Hypolita Street. The spirit activity on that street is one of the most active that I have ever felt.¬† Scarlet O’Hara’s is down there, as well as the older churches which are¬†not far off the beaten path. But there is something about Hypolita that really retains the vibrations of the old times and the people that lived there…some of them just don’t want to leave this charming place. The Tomolato Cemetery is very impressive. The plaqard states that it is an Indian burial site that was maintained by the Franciscan priests in the then little town of Tomolato. It is fenced and closed most of the time, though I hear that they open it up from time to time to let visitors have a closer look. It is by far the oldest burial ground I have ever seen, dating back to 1737. Though I haven’t been down to this area during the late night hours, I do plan on doing so very soon.¬†

Red Door on a Very Old House ~ Old City, St. Augustine, Florida

Red Door on a Very Old House ~ Old City, St. Augustine, Florida

 

One of the things that impresses me about this city is the care the town takes at keeping the big modern homes and housing developments¬†at bay and on the outskirts of the city. The same goes for big box stores and shopping malls. The only thing you will find in the old part of town¬†are restored and refurbished dwellings and places of business, no modern stuff there, just¬†put back¬†to¬†as close to the original thing as one could get.¬†It really is like stepping back in time. Especially when you round a corner to see a pirate lad and a pirate ladie deep in the middle of a (mock) sword fight duel! You soon realize that it is a pair of the¬†many reneactors that wander the old brick streets, playing parts that bring back the memories of times gone by…and maybe unknowingly stirring up the spirits of the past¬†with their cherade. Or a colonial spanish couple strolling the lanes. Or¬†an uniformed spanish guard patrolling the streets keeping the flim flam under control. (…those were real people…right?!¬† ūüėČ ) That said, the efforts of the renactors do not go wasted on me. I love that sort of thing!¬†

My favourite watering hole is Green Dolphin Street at 51 Charlotte Street near Hypolita. You can sit outside and listen to the live music. It has great ambiance, but not too pricy. It’s outside and they have all sorts of differet things to drink. It’s a really good time down there – I highly recommend to anyone not wanting to do the average tourist thing but needing a taste of local vibe to check this place out! Another good place to go that the locals love is Finnegan’s Wake out on the Island on A1A. They make the best fish and chips you will ever taste! And if you are into celtic music, they play the best around, from traditional to modern, it will take you back to the Emerald Isle!¬†If you’re into Mexican fare, try Casa Maria just up the road towards the bridge. Carribean you say? Mango Mango’s is the place to go for the best island burgers in the land! Plus, they have live ragae every now and then and it’s like being in the Islands. There are two locations, but the one out on South ¬†US1 is a little better priced and not so¬†crowded by tourists. Granted, the location on the corner of A1A and A Street is like 30 feet from the beach, but I can live with that.¬† I think you could too.¬†

Corner Tower of the Castillo de san Marcos ~ St. Augustine, Florida

Corner Tower of the Castillo de san Marcos ~ St. Augustine, Florida

 

Oh…and did I mention that the whole city is haunted?¬†

When I¬† first came to this fair city in the late fall of last year, we had so much fun going to as many historical sites¬†as time would allow. Our first stop was the Castillo de San Marcos. You might remember this place from a previous episode of Ghost Adventures on the Travel Channel, where they went and stayed in lock down and did some ghostie hunting and found out here really was much activity at this site. I highly recommend this particular historical site here in St. Augustine for the simple fact that there is just so much history and paranormal activity here! I took a ton of photos in this fort. I didn’t really look at them very closely until we got back to our (then) home in¬†Michigan and took a closer look. Upon inspection, I found out we had captured six very good and distinct orb photos from inside the barracks and magazine area of the main¬† structure. All other photos were as clear as a bell with no sign of an orb or any other kind of anomoly. The weather was humid, and the place was very clean (for an old fort!) and so there was no dust that we could see while we were there or in any of the other photos. The barracks photos were taken just outside of the jail area; the magazine not too far dow the way. The history of the Fort tells of a lt of suffering and hard times throughout the centuries when France, Spain and England all vied for control over this landmark at one time or another. Oddly, the photos we took of the infamous “Bone Room” (where historians found human bones in the sealed up room) were clean as a whistle with no orbs or anything unusual. My feeling is that anyone buried alive and left for dead in the Bone Room left after entering the realms of spirit and took a liking to wandering around the hulking structure free as a bird and free from their shackles at last. And I can’t say as I blame them! Whatever the case may be, getting orb photos at the Fort is a total rush and it excites me to no end that we managed to capture this activity in images.
Here they are:

Orbs in the Barracks ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

Orbs in the Barracks ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

 

More Orbs in the Barracks ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

More Orbs in the Barracks ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

 

Small Orbs in the Barracks ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

Small Orbs in the Barracks ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

 

Five Orbs ~ Barracks Area, Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

Five Orbs ~ Barracks Area, Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

 

One Bright Orb in the Magazine Area ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

One Bright Orb in the Magazine Area ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

 

One Big Orb in the Magazine Area ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

One Big Orb in the Magazine Area ~ Castillo de San Marcos, St. Augustine, Florida

 

Now, some may argue until the cows come home that orbs are merely dust particles caught as an anomoly by the flash of the camera. In some cases that may be so, but I don’t think this is the case here. These are the only orb photos out of¬†nearly a hundred photos taken at the fort that day. If it’s dust here, then it is dust all over the place, because it is all just one big huge place that is built all the same. But I’m here to tell you that this is not a dust environment. In fact, it was so hot and humid (the city was experiencing a rare heat wave) and not a breath of a breeze to be felt anywhere that day. So, I am of the mind that¬†these are orbs in the photos¬†and not dust. But to each his own opinion, I guess.
Well, there you have it…an update¬†from the Oldest City in the country. I highly suggest to anyone visiting the Orlando/Daytona/Savanah area to swing¬†over¬†and check this place out. I fell in love with this town, and I know you will too!
Thanks for checking in and cruising the photos and hanging out with me for a while.
Until next time…
…Au Revoir!

Sleeping Gypsy Readings…What to Expect…

XI. Strength ~ Mary-El Tarot

XI. Strength ~ Mary-El Tarot

 

¬†So many people wonder what it is like to have their tarot read. I know only too well the gamut of emotions that goes into even thinking about having one’s cards read, what with all the stigma and superstition that has been attached to the tarot, readers and the whole¬†idea of going outside the realm of what is¬†common and mundane in the established world that we live in and what that evokes and entails. When I was very young and first¬†wrapped my hands and mind¬†around the cards,¬†many feelings¬†crept in, from religious taboo to “what would my mother say?” (I decided not to tell her! ūüôā )¬†to “my friends will make fun of me” (well…they weren’t that great of friends, anyway…)¬†and so on and so forth…fill in the blank, I’m sure many people reading this blog right now can identify with one or even more of these scenarios.¬†I finally decided, one day so long ago that it really didn’t matter, all of those little questions fueled by guilt or fear or the control¬†by others, and to follow my heart and explore those hidden realms that only the mystery schools used to claim to call their own. Looking back, I am so glad for the desicions I have made in my life concerning my spiritual path and where it has lead me even now, as I write here in this, my little electronic¬†link to the outside cyber world.¬†¬†¬†

I know everyone’s journey, methods and ways of doing things are different. So when I think about the many ways readings are done, I feel a need to share a little of what happens when someone has a reading with me, what they can expect and how it generally goes. Having had many readings myself over the years I have found that everyone’s style is different and I don’t want anyone to come away from a reading with me feeling weird because they expected something different or an experience like someone elses altogether. Simply put: no two readers read alike and no two readers tap into the etheric realms in¬†quite the same way.¬†¬†¬†

I have developed a style of reading over a span of 30 plus years and, looking back, I smile at what a learning experience it has been. The first step was to take that LWB (Little White Book – the pamphlet that comes with decks of tarot cards) and put it away in a box where others would soon join it after glancing through any interesting information about the author/artist of the work. That is really all the LWB is really good for, in my humble opinion, because the heart of the deck is where that of the creator’s heart and soul resides. That information is quite valuable. After that, however, the cards are all mine. ūüôā (Watch this blog for a coming post all about what to look for in a deck and what I look for when chosing decks that I love.)¬†¬†¬†

III. The Empress ~ Mary-El Tarot

III. The Empress ~ Mary-El Tarot

 

When I sit down to do a reading, many things come into play and a lot of convention goes right out the window. First off, I prefer to have whomever I am reading for sit next to me as we deal out the cards together. I like to have the seeker be able to see the cards as they pick them and we lay them out together; they see the cards and the layout as it unfolds, and are encouraged to bring whatever feelings, intuition, thoughts and ideas into the reading at any time. Traditional spreads are not used during the readings, as we set down the cards in a unique and different way so as to watch as the relationships between the cards come up to initiate a relationship with the seeker. Meanwhile, I watch, look and listen to what is going on while the cards are revealed. One or more things come into play now. Guides, angels, those in spirit Рboth in the human and animal form Рbegin to come through as the session progresses. Depending on the questions and the things a person wants to touch on, any or all and even more can happen during a reading. I can never tell what will happen and I am constantly amazed by the things that we see and hear! And, one by one, as the cards come down, the doors to the other realms are opened and important information is imparted, loved ones in spirit begin to come through and answers to questions in deep desire for answers are brought into the light of day. All there for the asking, if only one has a need to know and a yearning to find the answers to their most burning questions.   

The duration is no less than an hour and most times run into the hour and a half time frame. All readings are held in the strictest of confidence, never told or revealed to anyone ever. A session is always private unless the seeker requests that someone else be present, which is entirely fine. The seeker has very much control over their reading and I will always do my best to accommodate.   

There are other services which are available in additon to oracle as well as traditional tarot readings: spatial cleansings of homes, areas of business and larger lands; group readings and parties; psychic investigations and walk-throughs of areas suspected of spirit activity, with follow up solutions in regard to spirit activity; gemstone and aromatherapies. And more!   

For further information, please visit my website at: Sleeping Gypsy  to find out all about readings, other interesting people and places, and the world of the Sleeping Gypsy! I will be sending out a newsletter beginning in August that will include all sorts of interesting and sundry things pertaining to tarot and the world of those who seek knowledge and answers from the intuitive realms. Please sign up on the main page!   

Finally, please feel free to email me at any time with questions and inquiries and take advantage of the FREE tarot reading services offered at my website! New and free stuff will be added  throughout the year, so make sure to visit often!   

Until next time…¬†¬†¬†

…Namaste!¬†¬†¬†

[Note: Please visit the Official Website for Mary-El’s Tarot featured here in this blog post. It is beautiful and I can hardly wait for it to be available!]

St. Augustine…

The Victorian Flower Oracle
The Victorian Flower Oracle

At long last and after much, much planning and effort, I have finally made the move to my favourite place on this whole planet…St. Augustine, Florida!

My partner and I vacationed here last fall upon hearing that it was a lovely, enchanted and very spiritually active – among other things, it also has a very active spirit presence. A walk down in the historic district, or at any of the major land marks – light house and Castillo de San Marcos among the most prominent – will touch even the casual sensitive. Even the drive into this magical town is an experience, with the greenery and tropical old deep south feel present around every corner.
The weather is great here. I used to be able to shrug off the Michigan winters in my youth, but of late the chill was not so fun anymore. And so we started looking for a warmer place to call our home. And after all the hard work and dedication to this life changing project, I am here to say that I am still as enchanted with this place as I have ever been from the start of this great adventure and next chapter in this current life of mine.
There are so many trees here in Florida. The only other place I have ever been that has this many trees is maybe the Ozarks, where my family hails from by way of Kentucky and Tennessee. The south is in my blood, I guess.¬†Add to that the many varieties of tropical flowers and other forms of unique vegetation – palm trees, cactus, succulents and Spanish moss galore! – and you begin to feel transported and gone with the wind! Scarlett O’Hara was one smart cookie! ūüėČ
We found the cutest little Florida shot gun style bungalow joust north of town in a quiet little rural neighborhood. I am proud to say that we are the proud owners of the brightest coloured house around! Add to that the trees and the gardens that cuddle this cute little house and I dare say I might have died and gone to heaven…I just could not be happier with the choices and the move!
Last, but not least…the folks around here are friendly and adorable! The happiest and most helpful and kindest caring people I have ever been fortunate to mingle with! Folks in the north are just plain grumpy, especially Michigan, and with good reason. I feel badly for the people who are “trapped” there by financial situations that really want to move on and get a better life. To the ones who love the state, more power to them…I admire there stubbornness, But I for one have thrown in m blanket and have traded it in for a beach towel and flip flops! To each his own and God/dess bless ’em all. But this southern gal could care less if she ever never laid eyes on an icicle, a snow drift or a plow truck again.
We all have control of our lives and free will to move about and make our lives our own. Even if it seems hard and impossible to attain, never lose site of your dreams and goals. Which leads me to my next great adventures right here in good ol’ St. Augustine. In the very near future, I will be opening up an online shop for my creations to be offered up for purchase and at great prices! Watch the web page for this! Free readings will still be going on, with added opportunity to purchase more extensive readings at very affordable prices through PayPal. Again, watch for the links! And, hopefully by the end of this year, my partner and I will hope to have opened up a little esoteric shop right here in the Ancient City…details will be announced and updates will be forth coming. We are so very excited and optimistic about all these new and exciting challenges and adventures! Please stay tuned for all the latest right here…
I want to thank all my clients for their patience with me during this move and relocation. The computers are up as of this morning, and I will be sending your reading out to you in the next day or two. Thank you so much for your understanding! I love you all dearly…
Ok everybody…the last one out of Michigan…please turn out the lights…
Until next time…

Flying South…

XX. The Sun ~ Fairie Tale Tarot

XX. The Sun ~ Fairie Tale Tarot

 

Well, as some of you may have heard, fir the last year and a half, I and my significant other have been working, planning and striving to make a move from Grand Haven, Michigan to the warmer climes of Florida. I am happy to announce that the move is almost complete! This whole project has been such an exercise in determination, it has brought to us a sense that we can do absolutely anything as long as¬†we put¬†our minds to it! We couldn’t have done it alone, however, and have had much needed and greatly appreciated help from some very wonderful and caring folks.¬†

First off, we have a couple of super-human real estate agents on both ends of the move. Both real estate agents have gone above and beyond the call of duty where coordinating our relocation is concerned, what with selling one house and buying another and all in sync with our busy lifestyles, is nothing short of a miracle. My daughter has been an extremely helpful life saving sort of angel where all of this moving business is concerned. Add to that the rest of our family and friends, well…I cannot express enough gratitude to make me feel satisfied that they have been praised sufficiently, but I can begin right here and now with this blog.¬†

The reasons for the move are many, but boils down to a couple of nutshells: the economy and the cold. Economy-wise, Michigan is in trouble. Hardly anyone in this state has any money and it makes them desperate and grouchy. Weather-wise, it’s just too blasted cold. The summer last year was so chilly that the lake never did warm up enough to actually be able to get in at all. Temps in the low to mid ’70’s all season was very depressing. Folks in Michigan wait a long and cold winter for a nice warm summer to play in. To be deprived of that¬†is really a cruel joke of nature. And I always say: If ya can’t stand the frost, then get out of the freezer. So, I am following my own advice.¬†

¬†Another thing that I have found disconcerting is the lack of tollerance for alternative lifestyles and outside-the-box thinking in general in all but the extreme eastern part of the state (read Detroit area) which I really don’t have any desire to live there. Not knocking the Motor City scene, but it’s just not my cup o’ tea.¬†

It all started winter before last. I had just endured a harrowing trip through a raging blizzard to bury my older brother. I felt like a frozen popsicle for days, never really being able to warm up ever since. I said to my partner, “…we gotta get outta here!” And so we set forth and made a plan. We would save up our funds, put the house up for sale, and move about this same time next year. We weren’t sure how we were going to make it happen, but every journey starts with a single step. And so it goes.¬†

We started doing exploratory trips to the Sunshine State in October. Initially we were interested in the Fort Lauderdale/Miami beach area, but after spending a few days there, discovered that the area was nearly as depressed economy-wise as the Michigan area. So, we headed north. Now, my family is from the Ozark, Arkansas area initially. A dear friend of mine had mentioned we should check out the St. Augustine area, raving about how nice it is there. Needless to say, it took all of one day to realize how right she was! We fell in love with the oldest city in the country and the rest is history. 

Even though the housing market is severely depressed, we managed to sell our home in a near-record 18 days. And in the final hour we were fortunate to find and buy the Florida house of our dreams. We are so blessed in so many ways, I cannot even begin to count them all. If all goes well, we will be settled into our new house by the end of April at the latest. In the meantime, we have our work cut out for us in the form of moving one household to another across 1800 miles. At least we have motor vehicles to use and not covered wagons and mules! 

So…if you ever feel like life is out of control or that things will never go right or your goal is just too far out there to be touched…think again. Where there is a will there is a way. Just look at the Sun and believe…in the world and yourself.