Don’t Ignore the Signs of a Feline Fortune-Teller

For a week or more, I knew something was coming. Something bad.

There were many signs. One, for instance, was this odd wave of melancholy. What? I’m not sad. Look how great my life is right now! I couldn’t reason out the signs, so I ignored them. Well, okay I didn’t ignore them, I just waited. I waited without taking any action. (Is that ignoring?)

Was I waiting for a more specific sign? A sign the made ‘sense’? A sign that it was going away? I don’t know. I just know that I knew this was coming, and I know I didn’t do anything about it.

I’m still learning what my intuition sounds like. The melody, tune, and timbre differ oh so much from my good friend Logic. Without enough confidence in my gut, my ability to follow through falters.

Last week, we were gifted some halibut, which fed us for a couple days, with the last of it going to the meows. Lure [the Insatiable] didn’t eat any of their halibut breakfast, and just as I realized I wasn’t feeling well, Mercury ralphed theirs. It looked completely undigested, and I immediately knew I would be up all night snuggling a large pot. Cats are excellent at recognizing & expelling toxins; they’re much more proficient at it than humans.

And I have the opposite of an iron stomach.

I spent the afternoon, evening, all night, and all the next morning crying, whining, moaning, and vomiting while trying to distract myself with movies and card games.

I found some peace around noon (meaning I was able to lie flat without pain) and managed to finally catch some Z’s. Three hours later, however, I was rudely awoken by every muscle in my body screaming from dehydration. Abby brought me back to life with a tasty, made-from-scratch veggie & lentil soup.

If I had taken more precautions by pulling my nose out of my studies to fortify my body, this might not have been a 4-day ordeal.

I am feeling better now and more solidly human. Drawing a card for strength in putting myself back together, I came face-to-face with the 8 of Wands.


I love the simplicity of this card; it’s very to-the-point: eight wands coming from above towards the ground/earth. I need bring all my little ideas & ambitions out of my abstract mindspace and into tangible reality.

Rather than one strong force, this card features eight separate bits all headed in the same direction. Breaking my projects & goals into digestible bits it’s actually a grand idea–both for slowly bringing my body back to life and for finally bringing my career plans to life.

This deck is often painfully direct with me, but here I think it’s being gentle. Instead telling me to pay attention to the earthy parts of my life with a Pentacle card, it’s validating my ambitions and offering a pathway to express them while still being kind to myself.

And I appreciate that.


Perspective: November in Port Protection

I’ve been a studying fiend lately, feasting on knowledge.

Learning the difference between trolling coho and king salmon. Learning about phytic acid and how to build a diet to strengthen teeth and ditch plaque. Learning the lunar mansions and the gifts/challenges of each natal moon. Learning the cleansing & medicinal properties of local plants and how to build my own materia medica. Learning how to track dreams and interpret them with the aid of tarot. Learning how to read the landscape to predict the weather. I get easily caught up in airy pursuits.

My current transient office space is the Wooden Wheel Trading Post in Port Protection, the only store in town. I like chatting with the folks who pop in, but the connection speed is not great and the TV is highly irritating. I generally work until I’m un-ignorably hungry or Abby scoops me up for an adventure.


Traveling amongst the bush towns of Southeast has made this past year an endless adventure. The landscape beckons the soul to expand. The creative use of resources brings a fresh perspective to human ingenuity. And the people are brimming with stories of wisdom and whimsy.

NatGeo has a program [ingeniously] named Port Protection, but it really misses the nuances of all those things. Okay well, some of the nature shots are breath-taking, but the people and lifestyle are awkwardly framed and hyperbolized. Yes, there is a tight community out here, but the show forces folks together who don’t normally interact. And yes, folks go hunting¬† frequently, but the only people hunting bear are out-of-town trophy hunters. Bear is not tasty, and the folks out here are not starving.

It’s rather disappointing that NatGeo is more interested in emotion baiting rather than knowledge spreading. I haven’t watched much television in the past 5 or 6 years, aside from Netflix. Is this just what it’s all like now? When I think of the brand that is National Geographic, I think of cultural exploration, but these Alaska shows seem more like cultural exploitation.

I learned pretty much zilch watching Port Protection. They glazed over the didactic opportunities and ripped sarcasm out of context to create the most extreme emotional situations possible.

Lame. I’ll stick to my own studies.