I still can't answer this. I can only tell you some of what I've done, am doing, and hope to do, but what can I say about who I am? Sometimes I feel like a wave, moving through the sea with great froth and splutter, but subject to being blown about - or even flattened - by the winds that blow where they will. "Who am I?" is a very cosmic question, which is subject to constant reinterpretation, and I don't think I'll try to answer it.
I feel better about trying to do this now.
Oh. Another tough question. I think I can answer this one, though...
My next projects:
Enjoy the spring and summer in my new home, which includes planting lots of flowers. DO something about my austere and bare-looking garden so the lovely little apple tree will not be so lonely out there.
Play with some miniature construction projects - build some gnome houses, do the faery godmother's garden, finish the dining room of their castle, et cetera.
Slip in a little time on writing an autobiographical fantasy without noticing that I'm doing it because I'm not at all certain that I can. This is the most terrifying writing experience I've ever had. (This was in last year's projects, but I didn't do anything on it at all. This shows you how unnerving I find it.)
Go out and keep the mountains company more often. I just bought a notebook computer so I can work on "field trips" and do my faery research and writing among the trees.
What Happened to Last Year's Goals?
Move to the Mount Shasta area by May, 2001 - I overshot the mark in both time and space and wound up in the wonder-filled and beautiful state of Washington, out on the Olympic peninsula, in the rainshadow of Mount Olympus - almost a year early. This place is truly the lap of the god/dess - a perfect climate and breath-taking beauty almost everywhere you look. Wonderful things are happening to me here.
For many years I've been trying to work out what I'm going to do when I grow up. I've now given up on that. I now realize there is no particular danger of this happening. I'm just making life up as I go along. For the first time in my life that I can remember, I don't have a five-year and a ten-year plan. In the last year I also finally gave up trying to catch up on my paperwork and gracelessly fell farther behind, so I'm evidently making progress in letting go of unattainable goals. This feels good, but perhaps a little scary - what is it that does happen to people who don't keep up on their paperwork?
Natural magic. Healing. Intuitive feng shui. House healing. Energy clearing. Earth magic. Spiritual counseling. Psychic fun and games. Taking people for walks in magic places to help them to access the magic in themselves more freely (journeys of the spirit).
Of course, I still do some of the above, even though I have semi-retired from professional counseling and healing. Natural magic, meditation, healing, learning, and thinking are, hopefully, not things that one only does when being paid - or that one ever stops doing. They are a part of who we are, not just what we do. I still teach once in a while, but not often, and will do the occasional journey of the spirit. I write more now, and I have more fun with it than I used to.
I am managed by four Abyssinians cats, who run the house and attempt to order my life in the way that best suits them. However, as I am fundamentally a disorderly person, they have thus far been defeated in this. They are Samantha Callinish (Senior Cat), Sylvie Butterbrain, That Maggie, and Marigoldthebeautiful (yes, it's all one word). I promised them a page of their own and here it is.
I'm just recovering from another round of pneumonia. This one was not nearly so serious as the one that almost killed me a few years back, but I've been emphatically reminded of my personal mortality. For me, this is triggering a lot of self-reassessment, and I realize that I need to create more plain old-fashioned fun in my life. So, that is a new goal for this summer - and with less work, perhaps. As I write this, I'm sitting in bed with my laptop. My daughter-in-law, Nadine, has threatened to break both of my legs if I get up too much too soon. As a backup, just in case I manage to get up without permission, my son, Jonathan, is muttering about removing essential bits of my car and hiding them in secret places. (This is to be avoided if I can - he often forgets where he put things.) Well, it's nice to be loved!
In my next incarnation I' like to come back as a fairy godmother, complete with a properly working magic wand by Wendy Froud.
Your comments will be read with interest.
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