This thing that is the Traveling Psychic Supper Club is always changing.  Sometimes it takes long naps, but it’s always there.  It looks like it’s waking up, again, yawning and stretching, rubbing it’s eyes and smiling.  It’s been a while since I’ve written here, almost a year since 68 Kill, since SXSW, but even though I haven’t written, it never leaves me.  It’s like a cat sleeping in the sun beaming in through a window, curled up forever, then suddenly on your shoulder wanting attention.  FEED ME.  OK, so, let’s eat.

Looks like dinners are back.  I haven’t stopped doing private readings, but dinners have been sleeping in the sun while I’ve been applying the work to other areas in life, mental health, trauma, substance use and community.  I’ve continued to do private dinners for my favorite clients, and have been doing some Continue reading “Here I am…TPSC morphs, again” →