You have to love this cute mug, even if you don’t know Louie, my cat. If you did know him, you’d be as nuts about him (and this mug) as I am…But wait, it gets cuter! When it’s full of a hot beverage, the black cat disappears. And as you drink it, or it cools off, he reappears. Like magic!! Too bad my birthday and Christmas are so far away! I think someone should get this for me right now, don’t you?
#blackcatsrule
The Ace of Cups is a great card to get in a reading. First of all, the suit of Cups represents the sensual, emotional world of feelings and the power of human love. Cups are a water sign, and they remind us of the importance of the human connection in our lives. Drawing the Ace indicates something new or changing in the status of your love life, so take a pulse; pay attention to what’s happening around you, and be open to the outpouring of feelings that is indicated when the Ace of Cups is drawn in your life.
Lovely fish dinner at Seamores on 18th St. at 8th Ave. in Chelsea last night…The restaurant started with the intention of getting people to eat different kinds of fish, to halt the overfishing of “popular” types and expand our palates. Even better than the super fresh seafood menu is the great cocktail list! Hook, line, and sinker, anyone? I’m hooked!! Check them out-it’s a happening spot! http://www.Seamores.com
#seamoresinchelsea #cassiecaughtatseamores #tryhooklineandsinker
The Page of Wands is a delightful chap, always ready for an adventure. He’s an optimist, ready to try any new thing, and this card comes up in a reading to remind us that opportunities are all around, if only we are open to them.
Now, as a person who relocated her life to an entirely new city and did the whole “starting over” thing, I can attest that it is somewhat more challenging than simply putting a feather in your cap and saying “Hello, world, I’ve arrived.” But, like The Fool who took my hand and convinced me that starting over was better than being stagnant, I embraced the challenges of adventure and new horizons.* Meeting new people, and trying to be one yourself can be scary – and wonderful at the same time. Cast off your old, bad habits and really start a fresh new life – that’s a forecast for change in every possible way. Think about making a change of environment, outlook, goals, employment, or temperament. Maybe a change in your love life? Who knows? Tidy up your house, boys and girls, because when this card appears, change is coming your way!
*You can read about my “new life” experiences in Embracing the Fool (click here for more information).
#cassiesnewlife #cassiereadstarot #tarotforall
So I’m loving these Citibikes. I still fear for my life when I’m on the road and there are cars and buses around me, and pedestrians trying to cross the street and all, but the concept is great. Now if we could do something to get all the darn vehicles out of the way! Especially on a nice crisp fall day, it’s great to ride around Manhattan. Probably safer to be on the outskirts that maneuvering the city streets, but it’s a nice flat city, more or less, and would be a good place to zip around. So how about it? I’m willing to give up my car. It’s been garaged for months now, and I will sell it. I only use it to escape the island once in a while, and it’s a pretty expensive thing to keep locked up for nothing. Of course in the winter, forget it. I’m heading underground. With thick boots that the rats can’t bite through. #Citibikes #watchoutforbikes #sharetheroad #cassietakestothebikelane #cassiebikesforreal
Probably one of Georgia O’Keeffe’s most famous images, this glorious red poppy is a real surprise when you see the actual painting hanging in a museum. It’s not really much bigger in the flesh. Really. With such a bold image and color, I was expecting to be blown away by this one, but there it was on the wall of the Metropolitan Museum of Art: a little painting, in a big gold frame. It still drew me in, mesmerizing with its color and beauty. But delicate and small, at the same time that it was lush and bold. I was a kid then, on a trip to the “big city,” but the sight of this flower has never left me. That’s art. Burned onto the inside of your eyeballs, keeping you coming back for more.
#cassielovesokeeffesflowers #redpoppiesrule #artiscoolandhot
I’m not what you would call a political person. I don’t read the newspapers, except for the Arts section, although on Sunday I will read other parts of the paper. I don’t watch the news much and I’m ashamed of my spotty voting record.
All of that changed last week, when I saw the testimony of a spoiled frat boy – someone that anyone who’s ever attended a college with Greek houses could recognize in an instant – exclaiming about how hard he worked in college, and that no one had the right to question what he did when he was there. Especially not some woman, years later. Oh, and, yeah, he went to church a lot. Had to throw that in to satisfy the Evangelical donors.
Never mind what he wrote in his calendar (and where the hell did THAT come from?), about the “ralphing” and the “brewskis” and the falling down drunkscapades. What college girl hasn’t found herself cornered by one of those slobbering “bros?” Yuck. And yet, and yet, his brothers will rise to his defense because, by God, if someone could come and accuse one of them “after all these years,” then they are all in danger of being exposed. And yes, I mean that literally. (And it won’t be pretty, will it? Can someone find a fig leaf?) Every man in this country is shrinking in his boxers at the prospect of some broad from his past coming to accuse him of assault or worse. I can imagine them all lying in bed, trying to remember…. Sweet!
I don’t understand why anyone would believe someone like Brett. Haven’t we all seen enough of his friend in the White House to know that these guys lie as a matter of course; it’s just what they do, because they are the ones in power, and the people asking the questions have no power to make them stop. A thoughtful person could not listen to the testimony of those two people to the Judiciary Committee and come away with anything less than rage. It’s a screaming, impotent rage: that the men in this country don’t get it, and it’s time for women to rise up and stoke the fires of their anger. Keep your goddamn hands off our bodies unless and until you are invited. Or else there will be hell to pay.
#cassietellsthetruth #womensangerandmensdenials #standandbecounted
#helltopay
The Six of Cups is a reminder from the inner child in everyone that he or she wants to be heard; the hustle-bustle of “adult life” is a drag and it’s time to stop and smell the flowers. Remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? And not just the profession, necessarily, but the kind of person you were going to be – yes, that kind of adult. The one who would always take time to listen to music, or look at the sunset, or write a poem. The Dad who would never yell at his kids, but always take a few minutes to toss a ball around, or walk the dog. Yes, remember when you swore you’d be that person? It’s not too late. Plant the flowers, watch them grow, and stop to smell them as often as you can.
#tarotreading, #sixofcups, #smelltheflowers, #bethebestyoucanbe
“Anniversary,” by Norman LaLiberte, circa 1998, is a fine example of the colorful style employed by the Franco-American artist. Born in Worcester, Mass., to Canadian parents, LaLiberte has attained notoriety on both sides of the border with his whimsical paintings, banners, and sculptures. The childish delight one can see in his work, along with the mix of Cubism and hints of Chagall’s cut-outs, create challenges for the viewer. LaLiberte’s travels around the world are often reflected in his works as well, with elements of Egyptian and Asian influences appearing, as well as his continued fascination with birds, fruit, and the human form.
#artstuff #normanlaliberte, #laliberte, #whimsicalart
You have to love a great hat. Sometimes I wish more people wore them, but then most of the time I’m glad I’m the only one wearing a great topper like this.
#hatsarecool, #lovetheredhat, #goodtobecool, #Cassieloveshats
Cassie Thornton's Life, Loves, and the Tarot 