Queen of Coins- A Writing

Queen of Coins

Legacy of the Divine Tarot

A Writing

07-15-2012

Adorned with the Gold of the Gods

I step out my back door.

Elegant and fair

the sun devours my skin.

Dressed in my finest dress

I kneel in the dirt.

My fingers bury themselves

in the grass

the soil

the leaves,

Nurturing this plot of land

the Goddess intrusted to me.

The hum of the Earth

happily reaches towards my hands,

accepting my invitation to be

and grow.

I stretch and lay down

on my back

my precisely pedicured feet

rooting to the ground on the

cool, clean, freshly cut grass.

Old ancient trees branch out

above my head as 

the sun tries to sneak a peek at me

through the canopy of leaves.

Centuries creep by

as I watch the sun and moon

chase each other 

through the heavens.

Ivy, vines and weeds

have twined themselves

through my lovely red curls,

around my arms and ankles.

I feel the Earth

prompting me:

Allow

Expand

Become

I hear the voices

but don't understand the language.

My body isn't discernible

from this or that anymore.

I feel myself spreading

pulled, nudged and pushed.

I feel the intense pressure

of the Oceans.

I feel the lack of oxygen

in my highest peaks

in the atmosphere.

I feel the imeasurable

agony

from the rape of fire

but delight in my power to grow

when the flames die out.

I travel far 

until I reach where my feet originally started. 

The Earth ends where it began.

I sit up

knowing my body will not.

I ascend to the stars

and I watch

as the the gold I adorned myself  with

from the Gods

glistens and waits

to be found once again.

   

3 of Crystals-Voyager Tarot

Voyager Tarot

3 of Crystals

Answered Prayer 08-20-2012

If i could have anything I wanted

if God appeared to me right now

to tell me that he will answer one of my prayers this minute

what would I pray for?

What wild unfathomable thing

would I dream up?

Would it be simple?

Would I pray for riches

or for the riches of knowledge?

I could pray for this heart to be

unbroken,

or maybe I already know that it's not.

Pray for reassurance? 

To ask God to reassure that 

I already know that 

I know?

Maybe I could pray

to shed this heavy, dark, caging body

and ask to be lifted up

to the stars.

Just for awhile.

To feel light again.

To not be beaten

by myself.

I would pray

to not be consumed

by doubt.

To just BE.

I would be as wide

as the sky.

Nothing constricting

or painful.

I would pray 

to be in in all the

colors.

To dance in every Melody.

I would pray that when I

came back to my body  

I would remember.

Remember how it felt to be

all of the stars.

I would remember how

to reach out and 

touch some one

and their darkness

would cease.

If God appeared to me today to tell me he would answer one of my prayers

I would pray for Peace. 

Randy Pants

I know it's been a good year and a half since we saved Randy, but it's never too late to update and tell the story!

This is the story about our newest addition: Randy! The story starts with me at work on June 6th, 2011. I work the grave yards and sometimes it can get really slow. In between shipments of work, i would check out the web just to see what's what. My friend Dustin who used to work there at the time was on KSL.com looking at who knows what, but it got me wanting to get on and check out the pet section to see what kind of dogs were up for sell (not that i had had any real intention of getting another dog...). Anyways as i was scrolling down there was this picture of a pooch that had a similar face of Tom's (see blog "And Then There Was Tom")! And the post was saying something along the lines of "Urgent! This dog is scheduled to be Euthanized on June 7th! Needs a home!" and of course it tugged at my heart strings because how awful is that? And then since i knew when the dog was going to be put down, it was like knowing when some one was going to die! I kept thinking about it all night while i was attempting to work. I would think about how i would wake up that day and how i would know that that life would be ended at just 1 year old! i was trying to make myself feel better by thinking about how he would go somewhere much better once he died ect. ect. I was even trying to sell him to other people at work, telling them they should go adopt him so he wouldn't be put down. I kept revisiting that site through out my shift to read up on where he was, come to find out he was in a little town called Gunnison way down south. Everything about his situation was awful. He was malnourished, too skinny, and he had been in that pound for most of his short little life.

Well after a night of fussing and worrying, i went home to talk to my dad about the little guy. And as embarrassing as it is to admit, I ended up crying while i was telling him. So Dad told me to call and look into what needed to be done! So i hurried and called the people up. I learned that they were looking for a foster family for him because a few other shelters had said that they could take him, they were just having trouble finding some one to make the drive down there to pick the dog up. and i told her that we were planning to get pick him up anyways. She was so thrilled with us offering to do that! So she gave us instructions on how to find him, then Dad, Sean and I headed out the door!

When we got to the pound the first thing that i noticed was how gross, small, stinky and hot the pound was. The old man that was there was really crotchety (and not in an endearing, cute old man sort of way) and he was being kind of grumpy with us. Well, they went in the back to bring Randy out to us and he looked awful! The old man told us that the dog had been drugged up because he had been making a ton of noise. Randy was pretty much in the same condition as this pound was in. He was dirty, stinky and sad. He looked 10 years older than he really was. Since they had sedated him, he looked even more droopy than he should have. And boy was he fighting coming out from the back! He was so scared. There was a second younger guy working there and he was the one who helped us get Randy to the car because Randy decided that he wasn't moving so the Guy had to pick him up and take him to the car. I sat in the back seat with Randy on the drive back. He would try to lift his head up and look at me, but then he would have to drop his head back down and snooze for awhile. When we got him home he just kind of stayed in the kennel. So we let him stay there and sleep off the last of the sedative.

When he woke up we took him out side to let him snoop around and to EAT! He was so skinny and scrawny it looked like he hadn't got a full meal in days. For the most part he stayed clear of all of us. But he did let me pet him and give him loves. He really didn't get very animated until we brought Tom over to meet him! They hit it off as if they knew they were long lost brothers! Tom got Randy playing outside and even got him to trust the rest of us! They looked so cute and perfect together!

We were only supposed to keep Randy for a few days and then take him to meet some lady that would take him to the next shelter that would take him. But, of ALL people, it was MY mother who asked me "Could we adopt him?" ha ha ha MY mother! So after some calls and paperwork Randy became our dog!!! 

And now Randy has been part of the family for a whole year and a half! We even taught him how to sing! And because of all the loving he gets from everyone, he looks like a puppy again instead of a raggity old man like he did before! We call him Sentry Randy because he always has to know what's going on in and around the house. I could see him as an old military dog, patrolling the barracks and scouting out the areas!

So that's the short story about our dog Randy and how he came to be part of the family!!!