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Sometimes things build to a crescendo in our lives, the list is too long, the noise is too loud, and we can't get it done.
If the pressure is too much, I can literally feel my brain fill with fog, and I find it hard to think. I really advocate taking a moment for a time out, just to give your brain a chance to reset.
My go to is the beach - I go to Maroubra and watch the waves crash and catch my breath.
Of course, if you are in NYC, there are fewer waves to watch, but find your corner, whether walking by the river, or watching the dogs at the dog park, where you can just let go for a minute and let yourself reset. It can make such a difference... You can always try these places
Read this article in the Washington Post about going 'boy sober'. Such an interesting and I thought hopeful spin. Celibate as a word and a concept has odd overtones, and even Incels (short for involuntary celibate) don't want it. But sometimes, taking a pause from relationships to see where you are, what you are doing in the mix, can be so helpful. Help you get clean and clear.
So if you feel you are getting addicted/drunk on relationships/drama, or that dating is toxic at the moment, maybe think about a period of being boy sober, see what comes out of that...
I was reminded of this poem during a recent reading. I've been reading it for over 20 years now. It still really speaks to me.
Chapter I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost ... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes me forever to find a way out.
Chapter II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter III I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in ... it's a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
Chapter IV I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
Just looked this up and it was written in 1988. Still resonates, like the note of a clear bell... Such a relief when you start walking down another street!
I used to love watching the Olympics, the spectacle of it all, the astounding efforts. And then one day, a friend said, we're not even giving a minute to the guy who came 9th, best in his country, 9th in the world, and he's not even on our radar.
Then I started to look at the Olympics differently. There are always the heartwarming stories, but there is a bigger message about the cost of perfection. The sheer courage it takes to see where you stand in the world - anyone ever measure the best lawyer in the country? How would we measure the best doctor? in the entire world? Sports is wonderful because you can quantify it - they ran this fast and now someone ran .1 seconds faster and they are now better.
But as someone who frequently tells people, you are good enough, don't let the perfect get in the way of the good... I think this person just ran faster than you and I could imagine, and surely is fast enough. Why are we pushing these fine folk to ever higher heights/endeavors. Let's not pretend that this doesn't damage their bodies long term.
I far prefer Olympics to war, and countries want to strut their stuff and increase their world stature via sport, I say go for it. But on a personal level, I want to give them all a hug and tell them they are wonderful, and to enjoy the sheer thrill of being there, and not to let those tiny medals be the way they measure their souls.
Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below
Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour
Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise
If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24∕7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24∕7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day) Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid) If our love died (nymph then virgin) Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse then a servant) For somebody (just an appendage) I thought was my saviour (live to attend him) You sure make me do (so that) A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands (24∕7) Is cracking (baby machine) If our love ends (so he can live out) Would that be a bad thing? (His picket fence dreams) And the silence (it's not an act of love) Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her) You make me do too much labour
I've been playing this all weekend. It's an amazing song, made better by the chilling video. I just love the lyrics and the rage behind them. You make me do too much labour indeed!
Often people come to tarot readings to preempt change. Or to try to control it. Change is like an ocean wave, surf it or swim under, but you can't control it. However knowing the wave is coming (it's always coming) and how big it is, can help us prepare. Do we duck under or crest above? Can we paddle before it? Often we can!
I’ve been writing it for over 17 years and have put a lot of love and thought into it.
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I lived in Tribeca, downtown Manhattan, for over 14 years but have since returned to Australia. I do all my readings virtually. If you want to have a reading please email me at liat@albanyconsult.com or text me on +61 477 043 555 and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.
Please note that readings are by appointment only. At this point, all of my readings are virtual. You get to the do the reading from the comfort and privacy of your own home. The only thing I need you to do is shuffle the cards. So you need to access or own a deck. At the reading you shuffle and lay out the cards with my help, and then I read them for you...
Tribeca Tarot Reader offers something deeper and more profound than most tarot readings. Tarot is not so much a way to see the future as a way to see how the present is creating the future, and gives you the opportunity to change the present to create the future you want.
Tarot looks at the energy flowing in your life, where is it strong, where it is stickier and we talk about options you have. I am the only reader at Tribeca Tarot Reader and have a diverse background - 2 degrees from 2 different countries, years spent as a psychotherapist, and addiction counselor. I've also worked in recruitment and a dating agency and have a deep and abiding belief in the tarot.
I see amazing coincidences, details I could never have known revealed by the cards. Come and see your connection with the cards and what they reveal...
All my readings are virtual, so you can have a reading from the comfort and privacy of your own space. I also encourage people to record their readings if they want (on your phone or computer) so you can listen to it again as we go through a lot of information, and it can be helpful to hear it again.
