Indulge the Senses

For the next few months, I will choose a card from the African American Tarot deck as a prompt for my blog posts. Let’s see what spiritual insight I come up with!

The Sun + Ace of Chalices + The Hanged Man

As I write this my birthday is approaching. Birthdays always present a paradox for me. I am excited to be approaching another year of life (god-willing). Yet, I am disappointed that I am not where I thought I would be by this age. Each year around this time I experience a sense of joy and mourning.

A year is passing away while another is coming into fruition. And so the cards have fallen with this message. Encouraging you, encouraging me to play, to get out and have fun. Life is not meant to be lived without enjoyment of the senses. The human experience offers us opportunities to smell sweet scents, to tantilize tastebuds, to touch and be touched, to hear beautiful melodies, to see the beauty of creation.

What a waste to squander this gift. Joy and indulgence of the senses injects a fresh sense of well being into the human experience. It flows into our lives and leaves behind a refreshed emotional landscape. In the place of stress, sadness, and striving we find peace.   

This week’s message invites us to stop and smell the roses. Stop fighting and wishing things were different. Be still and see with the eyes of the heart. The eye which sees the truth, the truth that you are well. Now, get out and have some fun!!!


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It's a Celebration!

For the next few months, I will choose a card from the African American Tarot deck as a prompt for my blog posts. Let’s see what spiritual insight I come up with!

10 of Chalices-It’s a Celebration!

For months I lived with a roommate I didn’t particularly care for. He was passive aggressive and acted as if his word was law. Whenever I was alone in the space I felt free, light, and comfortable. Anytime he was home I avoided him. It was a very unpleasant way to live.

Throughout the duration of my stay I was looking for another place to live, which isn’t always easy in NYC. I searched and searched. Visiting apartment after apartment hoping to find a place that met my criteria. I was looking for a spot that was comfortable, peaceful, well-kept, affordable and pet-friendly.

One day I went to see a cute little place in Brooklyn. It was on the second floor of a private home right off the F train line. I could see myself living here in comfort. So I completed the application, gathered my documents and sent them off to the realtor. Finally! This was it. I had found my home.

Days passed and the realtor was unable to give me an answer on the status of the application. He indicated that the landlord was evasive because the current tenants were thinking about staying in the apartment after all. He asked that I give him a couple of days to sort things out. This place, though cute was not my home. I was disappointed. Yet, I was sure that it didn’t work out because it was not supposed to. It was not my time to move, even though I was eager to.

When the timing was right and only when the timing was right I was blessed with the opportunity to move into a beautiful place of my own. It is peaceful, pet-friendly, well-kept, and comfortable. It is everything that I’ve wanted!  And the bonus is that it has gorgeous hardwood floors. (I love hardwood floors!) At times the journey is long and arduous. Hold on. There will be cause to celebrate. Your time is coming. 

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