PALM READING

mmpalmsAfter 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.

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My Magnificant, Magnanimous Michael

wpid-img_2913.jpgyoung michaelIn my youth, a long long time ago, I never imagined myself having children.  I did, two fantastic daughters.  I certainly did not imagine grandchildren.  I do.  Two wonderful grandsons.

And Michael, the eldest just turned 12.  Oh gosh I remember when I was 12, young, full of ideas.  Now that is Michael.

Michael, when you were born I was awed, so amazed at you.  I held you and was just a tiny bit fearful about what type of grandparent I would be.  But you my darling, are a most marvelous grandson.

You stayed with me often when you were a baby, any weekends I could snatch you away.  You slept at the foot of my bed, safely tucked away.  And I knew the morning you climbed out of bed on your own, that I was in for a busy ride.

You have grown so strong, so smart, so loving.  You have an empathy for others that boggles my mind.  I love you. and I find such delight in watching you grow into a young man.  But hey, could you slow down, soon you will be taller than me, and a man fully grown.    Stay strong, stay safe, stay happy my love.mike2

 

The Dashing, Daring, Deliberate, Devon

handsomedevHappy Birthday to our Devon.  The Man who builds all, takes care of multitudes, Is an amazing father to Da Boys, and a wonderful husband and best friend to our Copy (3) of mags and devdaughter Maggie.

Devon, I met you when you were a boy, still baby face fresh in high school.  You drove about that whatever type of car it was with pride, worked hard, and proved to be a kind, and thoughtful man.  Your good cheer is always contagious, and your concern for all evident.

You have always helped me, spending countless hours fixing my cars, sheet rocking our Lakeville kitchen while you were still in high school, and oh what a wonderful gift that was to return home to.  You treat all of us like queens and kings.    You are a king yourself!

You still work hard, and with purpose, at your job, in your home, and at being a good man, husband, and father.  I admire you, I love you, I honor you.  Always be who you are Mr. Wonderful!  Happy Happy Day!  Happy Happy Life!!!devandkids

Saturday Shop

midsummer-nightA place to visit in Jordan, MN.  A wonderful shop, owned and managed by a wonderful woman, my friend Mara!  225 Water Street

The Shop is Open! The Shop is Open!

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A slight romantic tale of fiction

youngHer  name was Tirion. A Kale from Wales. Often she was confused with the Gypsy. But was not such. Tirion‘s  kind has always traveled in Britain, from before even the Celts traveled to Ireland to conquer and control. They are not Gypsy, They are, and will always be, Travelers.

Even so, they share much in common with the Gypsies, journeying from place to place, and share much with our United States country’s own native tribes. They were persecuted for their beliefs, and often found themselves hiding  survive. Survive they did. Making their way, moving from village to city to ocean to mountain to plain, working hard; using the strength of their minds and their bodies.

Her own Gran, my Gran many times past, had a sight, theoldwoman ability to see past the veils of this world into others, and could reach into the soul of another to understand and hear their hidden secrets. From her Tirion was passed these gifts, and with them, she made her own small living.cards

From her words to my Gran’s Mother to my Gran and to me, I heard this tale…

“We look to the other world for our spiritual delight. Mab, Queen of all the Fairies we call our own, and the Fairies we are cousin to. My ancestors danced with the Fairies on many a midsummer eve, and many a hallowed eve, ensuring our prosperity and comfort. Together we drew down the moon, and made the small magic’s that kept our world turning.

I can tell you many a tale of my five decades here on this earthly plane, tales of visits with my cousins, tales of time spent with this United States own native peoples, and tales of my travels, sorrows, and joy. But I will begin, with just the small beginning. To say how I came to this vast and wonderful land of ours, this Western glory.

My Ma; as a Lass, came across the great ocean on a merchant ship bound from the port of Liverpool, in the year of 1825, headed to a port of New York City. Her passage was paid by a grand and fine Lady, and for this Lady my Ma fetched and carried, helping to achieve all of the fuss and froofa that great Ladies must have.

Her private time was little, but one fine morning she happened above decks, to stand with the salty breeze blowing through her hair, and the feel of the sun on her face. A swell rocked the deck, and she tumbled, crying out in alarm.

sailor in mastNow above her was the man who would be my Da, a Traveler as well, who had hired on the ship to earn his own safe passage to the Americas. He worked the sails, climbing up and down the masts, doing all those things that sailors do. Hearing her cry, he looked down, and saw her coppery curls glinting in the light, and her slight form tumbled about the deck. And she, lying on that deck looked up into the sky and saw himself, sun-browned and lean, hanging above her.

Quickly he clambered down the mast, and rushing to her, helped her back on to her feet. Looking into one anothers faces they knew, with their souls that they  to be together.

Later that evening, my Ma once more crept above deck, to find Da, waiting, where her heart knew he would be. And thus I was created, and still to this day, I hold in my mind a connected memory of the sound and smell of salty waves rocking against the wooden sides of a ship, and the sight of stars shining down into the water.”

I blushed as my gran told me this story, and was thrilled to know of the love running in my veins.

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Life

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I was looking for images of rain, because we are in that wonderfully glorious season of rain and mud mixed with unexpected rays of sunshine.  I found this.  It makes a good deal of happy sense.

Happy First Calendar Day of Spring!!!

225-water-street-storeIt 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!!!

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