Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

As I was looking through my library for my mini yoga instruction book (picturing yoga nuts who clearly do nothing all day except yoga), I came across my goddess cards. My dear friend Kathy gave me the cards. She used to give me all sorts of cool things, like a lavender eye-relaxation pillow. It is very relaxing, but makes me go temporarily blind from the lavender.

The goddess cards are meant to be shuffled and then you pick one or drop one and meditate on it. The card I pick a few days ago showed a woman with a rainbow on her flowing white dress, a baby in her lap and swans swimming in the background. The woman is harvesting carrots and turnips. Since I am finally comfortable around pregnant women again, I find this unfunny. The universe is not without a sense of irony, Neo.

Just now I picked a card with a goddess who seems to have created/encouraged/enabled a phoenix to rise up from a fire. I was thinking a few hours ago of having a cleansing fire, ridding myself of bad things that I need to release.

I like thinking of myself as a phoenix.

(Oh, and after writing the title to this post, I realized "up" is a weird, little word.)