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Here I am…TPSC morphs, again

 

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”

68 Kill – Trauma, a Cabbie Hat and Third Time’s the Charm

I went to 68 Kill because of Matthew Grey Gubler.

I went back to 68 Kill because of AnnaLynne McCord.

Specifically something she said after the screening.

About Trauma.

First I’ll say (and no spoilers here) this film is stupid fun.  It looks like it’s going on a film fest tour so if it comes to your town go see it, at midnight if possible, it’s just that kind of show.  The energy is raw and fast, there are great twists and turns.  Just ride it.

 

There’s some great role reversals, a magnificent sing along scene, and if you’ve got a dark side,

oh, 68 Kill will.

Feed.

It.

Continue reading “68 Kill – Trauma, a Cabbie Hat and Third Time’s the Charm”

A Lucky Child

This is an exerpt from a post I wrote on December 11, 2013 on my original blog www.ifyoucouldseewhatihear.wordpress.com.  With everything going on in the world today, today specifically, I thought it was appropriate to re-post.  Let us think about those less fortunate than us today, in all parts of the world, who just wish they were home.

This past weekend, I read a book that really made me stop and pause, and think about just how lucky I am to be warm inside, with my family around me.  How Lucky I AM – period.  That book is A Lucky Child by Thomas Buergenthal.

a-lucky-child

This morning I was outside doing some work in the back yard, filling up holes that had been dug by dogs…and it reminded me of the time I spent working as a merchandiser at Lowe’s in the garden department.  I love gardens and plants.  I love talking to people about gardening.  So I thought this would be a great job for me – active, outdoors, and since I started in January it would be brisk and keep me moving.  Yea, the day I started we had a cold snap and it froze.  Unloading and moving wet heavy plants around when it’s freezing, not cool.  This morning reminded me of that time and how miserable it was.  But that’s nothing, LITERALLY NOTHING.  Not even a drop in the bucket.  I’ve got nothing on little Tommy Buergenthal – the child – yes, CHILD – that survived  Auschwitz and Sachsenhausen concentration camps.  He survived the Auschwitz Death March.  And when I say child I mean CHILD, he was liberated from Sachsenhausen at the age of 11.

This past week whenever outside dressed in many layers – long-sleeved t-shirt, heavy jeans, sweater, scarf, heavy coat, and still freezing – even just walking from the car to the grocery store –  I have thought about Tommy.  Who walked the Auschwitz Death March while starving, in what equated to nothing more than thin pajamas, boots too big and no socks, with rags wrapped around his feet..  And I think, could I have done it?  This child who by what he describes as “luck” – his mother was told by a clairvoyant that he was “Ein Glückskind” – a Lucky Child.  She knew that her son would make it through the war – never doubting it.  Miraculously, he did make it, in that time relying solely on luck, the kindness of others, his own Continue reading “A Lucky Child”

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