Yesterday's acupuncture session was particularly fruitful. I never have felt much immediate benefit from these procedures but this appointment was different. Skip was with me, as last time, contributing his healing Piscean energy. I am so fortunate in having found him and discovering that love. I feel nothing but optimism because of it. I dragged my droopybody kidneydistressed liverexhausted through the door and an hour later walked happy and straightbacked out again, bouncing a little, even. If I keep up these treatments I'll make it, for sure. Tomorrow they wrap up our Medi-Cal applications and soon I'll learn whether I finally can take this mashed interior to an internist.
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Dreamfragments dissolving in soup of morning activity. The recurring dream role of DrConlin (from college daze) will henceforward be played by DavidLetterman, who in last night's dream refused to consider paying my tuition for an Ivy League school. I hadn't asked him to; he just cynically assumed I was angling for it. He was half right. And another--my mom has a baby that I inherit to care for, but instead put in a room and forget while I try to help hostess large gatheringparty elsewhere in the building. Next morning I'm frantic to find him, expect to see him floating facedown in the river, but instead there he is in the forgotten room, so cold, cold and hungry. I gather him up in my arms. So tender, his icy skin, his intoxicating baby smell. I pang with guilt relief remorse & love.
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Sunday-morning oracles almost as good as settling in w/Sunday Times or Chronicle of olde. It was strange at first to be so Out Back I couldn't even get a newspaper. I'd settle for a Reno Gazette, but even though that city lies only 100 miles south of here, we cannot get it. Instead, we have a feeble rural rag KlamathFallsHerald&News from an Oregon berg also 100 miles away, to the north. Doesn't work.

Here I am then Sunday morning with meditations and cards. My Rider-Waite Spiral-11+7 layout (so intricate and lengthy I reserve it now for Sundays only) is joyous, as usual. In the Angel deck my theme card came up: Power of loving thoughts.So my today's meditation will spring from loving thoughts sent and setting up resonances. The Marseille deck was all about the money today. Its quick oracle pointed to taking fierce charge to halt fiscal self-sabotage, making and sticking to a plan, a discipline, a reaping soon of rewards of creativity.

Far out.

Now back to work.