this Fortune: needs a bigger cookie


Wheel of Fortune. the Chance belongs to You.

are you ready? what you’ve been wanting, and the changes that bring it, have arrived.  

The time to  accept that chance would be Now.

X. FORTUNE. Wheel of Fortune.

good news: this ain’t “the fates”!

You’ve got this.. it’s been in your hands all along.

(forget what you’ve been told!)

You placed all on the wheel, yourself ~

however it lands, is a path of your choosing.

“bespoke.” (wink!) just for you.

direction.. a turning toward the as-yet-unknown.

a caveat: you may not recall putting it on there.

hope you like surprises! let them be “delicious”.

another in the “touchstones series”

Please do feel free to share the text or link back to here – as long as you include this credit:

 © Kathleen McGloin 2014-2015

like moon, we are shadow and light at once

a special place in my heart for this one.. another in the touchstone series, and celebrating tomorrow’s new moon..

tonight we finish letting go, so that tomorrow we may welcome the new.

"reflector of light, shifter of tides"

“reflector of light, shifter of tides”

XVIII. MOON. The Moon.

reflector of light, shifter of tides.

esoterica, you are the mysteries, traveling into shadows

to discover treasures long held,

awaiting your arrival,

dreams, subconscious, hopes-and-fears,

an initiate into sacred rites uniquely your own.

following a trail left by those who’ve gone before ~

you can see now your eyes have adjusted

to a different ~ reflected ~ light.

willingness to see into Shadow, walk through

discomfort, you know it is the way to the next,

to the other side.  linger if you wish, for

the light *always* returns.  tide always shifts.

move with Awareness ~ this is a chosen journey!

another in the “touchstones series”

Please do feel free to share the text or link back to here – as long as you include this credit:

 © Kathleen McGloin 2014-2015

do be a Fool, you!

we are, all of us, the magical Fool!

  we are, all of us, the magical Fool!

laugh if you like (early and often!) – the Fool knows a thing or two..

O. FOOL.  The Fool.

Forward!  with only Courage + Wits about you,

the unmolded clay, the beginner’s mind.

not a “foolish” one, yet not afraid to “appear foolish”.

(what is that, but a judgment, anyway?)

wisdom of innocence and courageous-ness of one

who knows no better than to just ~ LEAP.

beginner of the Sacred Journey.

the leap-er and the leap-ing.

a little secret here, though:  divine Fool, you are the

protected and chosen child-of-the-Universe,

Wise One in disguise, speaks truth to power.

master willing to be student.. again, again, again.

 another in the “touchstones series”

~ where the Universe depicts the culmination + full-circle of the journey, the Fool begins it anew! ~

Please do feel free to share the text or link back to here – as long as you include this credit:

 © Kathleen McGloin 2014

the touchstones series: The Universe.

Back in March I wrote what I call “touchstones” for several major arcana – trump – cards of the tarot deck, and have been allowing people to draw one to keep as a message for the day or a meditation on an aspect of our Selves.. (I use the Thoth deck, amazing and powerful stuff, that!) They’re my own words, one interpretation of the cards’ essences.  I’m posting them here, one at a time, as I add them to the  “touchstones”  page, along with a photo of the corresponding card from a version of my deck.

Please do feel free to share the text or link back to here – as long as you include this credit:  © Kathleen McGloin 2014


XXI. UNIVERSE. The Universe.
Full circle. Completion of the Fool’s journey.
the knowing that all was already present –
existing all-at-once.
return from “the great forgetting”
to “the great remembering”.
completeness, wholeness.
ALL is part of the Universe. ALL is Sacred.
sorrows have transformed into joys of Be-ing.
new journeys to anticipate ~ next level!
the Fool has transformed, and yet remains the wisest
– child-of-the-Universe –
for the Fool knows the journey begins again.
all is well, all is as it should be.
{see also: square four, baby!}

the frivolous unfolding of spring.

let us go from harsh winter’s end,
direct to fall harvest
have it all – sown and grown and ready –

wouldn’t you rather skip past the tedious waiting
for a seed planted, still hidden in the earth?

and the time,
oh, the time!
a growing thing takes.
being still. waving in the wind.
closing for the night with the moon.
gazing at,
the sun.

wouldn’t it be better to not endure the uncertainty
of every flower-before-fruit? (will it bloom? what color, what hue?)

(neither spring nor summer required)
(no frivolous time-wasting in delicious anticipation
of the next surprise unfolding)

wouldn’t you prefer to instant-same-time move
from an idea of an acorn
to the truth
of the great oak?

nah. didn’t think so!


on right-and-perfect timing: the drop of water and the snowflake.

the single drop of water
does not in the summer say
“i must form myself into a perfect snowflake,
define my edges and my shape.”
it does not think
“i need to get myself up into the air, into a cloud – any cloud – and go there”
the snowflake that exists in the drop of water already knows the truth of its own self
the truth of perfect – right –  timing, too..
of the convergence of elements
of the rising up of all the other drops of water,
the movement toward the place where it will be released
to float gently toward its new place on the earth.

the single snowflake does not in the winter say
“a perfect drop of water i must become..”



drops of water – transitioning – their form

hello, sugar fiend. er, friend.

I let go of a lifelong heavy sugar habit about two years ago.

That may sound like it was instantaneous. (it was not.)

And it may sound like I never eat sugar any more. (I do. and, it’s just not possible to ‘never eat sugar’ if you’re, say, a human who eats food ever.)

Over a period of three or four months I eliminated about 85-90% of the excess sugar in my diet, the majority of it refined, but a surprising amount “natural.”

As you can imagine there were some pretty sweet (see what I did there?) benefits: my moods stabilized, I lost weight. My immune system could support me better because I was supporting it better. Unexpected and oh-so-welcome results were the calm-focused-centered states that became my new normal.

But this ain’t gonna be all “This Is How I Did It So You Do It This Way Too”.

And it definitely ain’t gonna be “Sugar is the Evil Demon and We Must Battle It to Extinction!”

‘Cause, well.. NO. Surprising, maybe, but there it is… and if you love waving that battle flag, you’ll be wanting to slip out the side door right about now. (you’re welcome.)

I’m writing this as an honorarium of sorts, feeling strangely grateful.

A far lesser version of my sugar habit, without tentacles and hooks, has circled back to pay me a visit.

There’s been plenty-much discomfort, in psyche and in body.

I’m learning a lot during this visit (“hello, sugar, my old fiend friend, you’ve come to talk with me again.” Nod to Simon & Garfunkel.) I’m seeing how numbing out and self-medicating with sweets was a pretty savvy option for many years, sometimes the only one I knew to try. And I’m seeing how my judgment of myself for doing that, later (known as “hindsight bias”) turned into the bigger detriment to my health.

I’m even starting to grok that I may’ve been a wee bit invested in my roller-coastering mood states, conveniently held in place by my roller-coastering blood sugar levels and body chemistry. (Yeah, that’s a weird one to contemplate. And yet, as I simply acknowledge that investment, recognize it ever existed… I can feel it ceasing to exist. Farewell!)

I wasn’t ready for this stuff two years ago. So it’s back.

Thank goodness for that.
I was unable to see this front view of the mountain while I was still standing ON the mountain.

The wisdom goes that any habit we have – lotsa sugar, or smoking, excessive reading of words – exists because it is serving us somehow. It has something to teach us, or is there to help us/ protect us/ allow us to cope or function in some way.

When its work is done, it will go. Far, far away.

(If we will allow it to go.)

For now: no rush. A little gratitude. Glad to know that the parts I still need will come back when it is time. “That which is For Me, is never lost.”

Leaving the door open for this visiting teacher to slip out when it is time.

It really is that simple.