15 Apr 2016
by Tilly Evan Jones
in breathing, change, daydreams, gypsies, palm reading, planning, Uncategorized
Tags: 225 water street, Bachorlette Parties, breathing, dreaming, inspiration, jordan, Mind Body Spirit, palm reading, Palmist, special events, spiritual, St Cloud, TillyEvanJones, women
After a self imposed hiatus from reading palms, I am so happy to announce that I am once more checking out your lines, helping you understand your destiny, and just having fun with people I enjoy. Although I am not as glamorous as Ms.Monroe in the picture, I promise you an interesting time!
Currently you can see my schedule at Mind Body Spirit in St Cloud, and schedule a reading there for your convenience. I will post continuing updates with new venues, and offers.
Otherwise, I am available for private parties, (I love Bachorlette Parties) and private readings.
Your destiny, your life is in the palm of your hands.
08 Jan 2015
by Tilly Evan Jones
in cold cures, planning
Tags: curing a cold, honey and cinnamon
Everywhere I go people are coughing, sneezing, head achy, and generally feeling rocky. So far we have missed out on this nasty winter epidemic.
So I am looking for remedies for when it might happen.
I came across this; Honey and Cinnamon.
Honey and Cinnamon Cold Remedy:
- 1 teaspoon honey
- 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
Mix. Take this amount every few hours as soon as you feel a cold or other illness coming on.
I sure will give it a try! What do you use? 
06 Dec 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in breathing, planning, Uncategorized
Tags: breathing, Christmas, dreaming, events, friends, spiritual, winter
Finally today I felt the spirit of Christmas in my soul. I was not sure it was coming to visit.
Today I am planning cookies for the cookie exchange, a dozen spritzes anyone? I am thinking of food for the celebrations we will be attending and hosting. I am thinking of gifts to give.
I am thinking of love, of family, of joy.
04 Jul 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in Beginnings, breathing, change, daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, history, mother, old west, planning, random thoughts, stories, witness, world
Tags: breathing, change, clouds, Coming to America, dreaming, family, freedom, inspiration, people, sisters, world
children of the poor
Yesterday I watched a news story. Women and children are coming to our boarders, believing that they will find freedom. Believing in the American Dream; met at the border by rich US citizens, turned away, screamed at, disregarded as people. We furiously protect what we have, forgetting where we got it!
Trail of Tears
We forget that our ancestors came from other countries; pushing out the native people who lived here. In many cases with genocide.
We forget that our ancestors came, and lived in hovels, worked, scraped, struggled. So that they could have the American Dream. We forget that they were scorned and terrorized, yet kept coming. 
We forget where we came from.
This is not a treatise on immigration policy, I am not smart enough for that. This is a call for understanding and love, for a return to our basic values of liberty and justice for all. What are the words?
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This is how most of us arrived here. My great grandparents from Prussia and England with little, working their way here to the Midwest, coming to dream.
Today, everyday, remember and honor.
20 Mar 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, melting snow, mosaic, mother, palm reading, People I Know, planning, Second Saturday, spring, spring snow, stories, words
Tags: 225 water street, change, dreaming, events, freedom, friends, gardens, jordan, palm reading, people, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring, women
It has been a while since I could say Happy Spring. Yes, I know, Beginning Saturday it will be cold again, but Hey! It is Spring!
I will be celebrating Spring with Ms. Mara this Saturday at 225 Water Street! Hope to see you there! Many items to browse and maybe you can have your palm read!!!
05 Mar 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, Beginnings, disasters, freedom, gypsies, palm reading, People I Know, planning, Second Saturday, spring
Tags: 225 water street, change, events, jordan, palm reading, people, special events, spiritual, women
No Second Saturday this month! Sadly my co-conspirator, Mara, has fallen and broken her wrist.
We have rescheduled for March 22nd! I hope to see you there!
28 Feb 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, daydreams, family, freedom, gypsies, history, mosaic, planning, Second Saturday, spring, words
Tags: 225 water street, breathing, change, dreaming, events, family, freedom, friends, inspiration, jordan, mosaic, palm reading, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring, women
An occasional store…a communal setting of joy…a great time is had by all…Cookies…palm reading…great gifts to browse and buy…time with Ms. Mara!
Call this what you want, I am so happy Second Saturday exists. 225 water Street is a store filled with beautiful stuff, magical mosaics, kindred spirits, and just plain good conversation! Not to mention a few ghosties that may float by and send a happy chill up your spine.
I met Mara years ago, during the days I still lived above 225 Water Street, the days that the store was an empty shell; dusty and waiting for positive nuturing. I loved the building there, loved my time spent living there and dreamed that someday, someone, would come and brighten the space below me. Little did I know the lady would also kick me out of my lofty tower. Oh well, Life moves on, and I happily continue to be a part of the place, dusting the area with my own brand of human haunting!
225 Water Street, the home of the Tile Gypsies; those women who spend time quietly decorating the streets of Jordan with tiny little baubles and beauty. 225 Water Street, the home of happy friends!
Come o
ut one and all, come out for the fun, come out for the joy. Brush up against the spirit of old, and engage the spirit of new.
Have your palm read, eat a cookie, buy a gift. Just come out for the fun!!! Celebrate that Spring is near!
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