The World Viewing Room
Wow, What a Fortuitous Solstice Reading for June 21, 2022. I asked and boy, did the Universe answer!
My Question:
As we go through these crazy times, what is the most important thing we need to know?
In answer, I drew four cards: Ark of the Covenant, Summer/Winter solstice (I could hardly...
Part 2: The Energy at Play in Your Personal Year
by Cindy Kubica
In part 1, I talked about the energies at play in our current Six (6) Universal Year. Now it’s time to determine your Personal Year and what that means for you.
How to Calculate Your Personal Year
To...
by Cindy Kubica
As I began writing this post, it got longer and longer, so, I broke it down into two parts.
Part 1: The Energy at Play in a 6 Universal Year
Part 2: The Energy at Play in Your Personal Year
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Part 1: The Energy at...
One day when the old potter had been lying in bed all day, she called Deelie to her and said, “When I die, this house and all my land will belong to you. The people of Split know that if a master dies with no children, he often leaves his things to his apprentices. But not all masters do...
Deelie and Tma and Grandmother Potter were the ones who dealt with practical matters, like food, and cuts and scrapes. Deelie taught the ones who wanted to learn to make dishes, all about clay from digging to firing. Aluli taught them drawing and making figurines, Tma taught them gardening and...
One day, after the shortest day of the year but before the day was as long as the night, a man was seen, leading a loaded donkey along the path to the potter’s house. Aluli started yelling, “He’s here! He’s here! “ “Who’s here? somebody asked. “The...
In My Garden
by Andrea Shushan Burdick 10-27-21
In my secret, sacred garden
I’m given words in lieu of flowers.
Unearthly colors, luminescent,
Scattering Light in lieu of seeds
Like stars across a galaxy, twinkling scintillation,
In reverie.
Photosynthesis as manna,
Prisms offering the rainbow of...
One day three strangers and five donkeys came over the path to the potter’s house. One of them asked, “Is the girl who draws here?” They all looked at each other rather blankly. “What do you mean? Deelie asked. The man took out one of the clay tiles Aluli scratched a...
Deelie made different designs and some of these evolved into ones she repeated; some didn’t, but remained unique. Of course, they were all done by hand, so no two really came out the same. After several weeks Aluli reported that some of the other kids had collected shards bearing these...
