The Booty Babes

GryffinSong

KMilliron said:
Checked the clothes hamper next to my shampoo and found a microphone clip. Checked the bathroom more carefully and next to the shampoo I found the baby's lost sippy cup. Lots of found items, which is great, but I would really like to find the capo. Haha.

Too funny!

Well, I've had a bit of a migraine the last couple of days, mitigated for the most part by medication. But I'm going off for a nap and will place thoughts of your red capo firmly in mind in case it wishes to send me a dream about its wearabouts.

KMilliron

GryffinSong said:
Too funny!

Well, I've had a bit of a migraine the last couple of days, mitigated for the most part by medication. But I'm going off for a nap and will place thoughts of your red capo firmly in mind in case it wishes to send me a dream about its wearabouts.

If you do catch a glimpse of it and it IS in my room, pardon the mess. Haha, hope you have a fulfilling nap.

GryffinSong

KMilliron said:
If you do catch a glimpse of it and it IS in my room, pardon the mess. Haha, hope you have a fulfilling nap.

Whoa, I'm drowning in stuff!!! Ack, get off me!!! Man, I can't find anything in here!!! LOL

Just kidding. I got nothin'.

KMilliron

GryffinSong said:
Whoa, I'm drowning in stuff!!! Ack, get off me!!! Man, I can't find anything in here!!! LOL

Just kidding. I got nothin'.

Haha, my room isn't that messy. Just messy in relation to how I usually keep it. Most of my room is empty floor space so I doubt you'll be drowning anytime soon

Taking a break from finding it and just playing some electric songs with no capo. Oh well.

Satori

morticia monroe said:
Satori,

Running out the door to work, back soon, and Happy Birthday!

Dear MM,

Thanks so very much for the wonderful birthday wishes and cake. So thoughtful of you. It's a hard birthday, the first without my sister LouLou.

I'm doing family stuff today....but will get to your throw tonight.

Satori

For MorticiaM.

morticia monroe said:
Yes I would, if you please.

Honor or honesty? Head or heart?

Using Opal:

The question was deceptive, almost too simple.

I have way too many things here, I could have chosen one thing, and I think written enough to answer.

when I do these throws I have a moment of fear, of blankness, and everything I think I know sort of stops and I look at the array and wonder, what can I really tell anyone about anything? All I have is pile of stuff that is sort of...well...just stuff.

I wait and I breathe and suddenly all of it starts to come into focus. And I can find something to write then, something to say.

So all of the stuff was laying there....and my two bowls were sitting side by side, MB and Opal, and after I had all the things laying there from Opal....my hand reached into MB and pulled out a few items.

One thing is a button which is a blank piece of lined paper.
Then three charms clicked together: an ice cream cone, a soda, sunblock with a tiny sun charm. And a tooth man, a green tooth man with green hair and two hands and two feet...he speaks out of the corner of his mouth.

Blank paper.

other items in your throw:
guitar pick
hematitel key
fleur de lis
jack
ancient pottery piece
white mother of pearl dove
a bunny
apache tear
a brown bunny, laying still
a black sun
two pieces of dark blue green glass, triangles one with a point, one point broken
a glass bead of a moon goddess
a wooden button with a quilted block on it
a tiny shell, like a clam shell, but dark grey

a blank piece of paper
so many shadows

I was thinking about lies looking at this. Because you ask about truth and love without saying so. Honor honesty, head heart.

The green man is about a head with no heart.

But I lay it all out with a heart beating in the center, the little wooden button plate with the quilted center, chambers.

a key
a moon goddess
a black sun

a piece of paper.

What if you don't get an answer but you get this list

an apache tear
crying tears of joy
she pulled out the tooth
man and he spoke
quivering like a small brown rabbit
pick the tune
eat the ice cream cone

I keep wondering what you would write if I handed you a piece of paper and gave you one of those invisible ink markers.
What would you write?
Head or honor
heart or honesty

This isn't a reading really.

I think I got stuck in that pre reading blankness.

You have a heart that beats love.
You have a head that thinks and feels.
I hope you know what to do.

I need a cup of tea, a mint, and maybe a decongestant.

Love,

S.

Satori

For GryffinSong: 9 Random Objects

Dear GS,

I seem to have lost whatever question you asked and so I asked a general question for you and drew a few objects out of the MoonBell pile. I arranged the items for you, mandala.

You got:
Center of the circle: A decorated christmas tree
Around the tree like flower petals:
a goddess with a broken arm
a Mexican man holding a sign that says We Are All Immigrants
a carved African mask
a cupcake with sprinkles, green frosting, a cherry on top
a dalmation dog
a pink sneaker
an aluminum can pull top
a metal disk that reads: 4. Give More

8 petals around one center

9 random objects

the path is one of self love-sneaker. You go places. You do things. Your feet carry you around, like loyal puppies, like two little puppies you always bring with you.

The pink color, self love and care. This Wallk, the journey on the Wheel for this life is about your self care. I think you tend to get caught up in it sometimes. And no fooling, you know how to live. The cupcake is special. Looks creamy, frothy, gooey yummy. I think growth through self indulgent activities. Being able to perfect things seems to be a wonderful theme for you. And then the goddess broke her arm...

The broken armed goddess was a fimo creation. she only broke her arm recently when one of the kids broke it. I threw it out. Rescued it from the trash, and threw it out again. The child who broke her said, "I'm sorry Mamma. I didn't mean to break your lady. Please don't throw her away."

We Are all broken in some way right? So I took her out of the trash.
We lose faith with our bodies when they don't do what we want them to do, when they sag, when the face wrinkles and inside we are still smooth skinned and perky breasted and ready for adventure.

So right next to her, the broken armed goddess, the Immigrant guy and the Give More disk. How much more? We all started out somewhere some time somehow as foreigners, which I find interesting.

I look at Give More and I think what can I give away each day so that I lighten the load. I don't need it. Can't take it with me. This swap is a funny thing. We didn't give it away because other things came back in...we recycled.

so what if every time we give something away other things come in, we are just forever and a day accepting things and then setting them free. Building energy receive give receive give...endlessly.

And the Christmas tree. the end of the year....the final gifting and the final receiving. And then a new year starts and we do it all over again.

I sort of think...what do you give to yourself? What do you let go of? The pop top...what do you throw out...and what washes back up?

One woman's trash...is another woman's....treasure.

love,

s.

I didn't say anything about the mask.
I went over the layout again, I still had it on my board. I feel like you are on a sort of a walkabout. And it has two parts. The past and present.

Much of what you have thought of as your real life, or a life that was a little more real than now was when you were in your trailer and traveling. I don't know how to put this, but you were always find your way back to you.

Each person you met on the trail was like a mask of you, the essential you the you you dreamt you could be, the you you wanted to be.

Each person met, each mask revealed, each step taken, was taken in love. Each time you settled you became more whole.

So imagine a tornado, or a spiral. I like the funnel though. We are forever spiraling out away from ourselves and then back in again. We take out of ourselves gifts for the world things we don't need experiences we'd like to live over again, trips we want to have again, out and in. Just like the tide, the beach waters washing over us, tumbling our souls, smoothing us like the ocean or a river tumbles and smooths a stone.

The mask was the key.

I hope it makes more sense now.

GryffinSong

Thanks, Satori, what a lovely reading!!! I'm tired tonight, so will give proper feedback tomorrow. :heart:

morticia monroe

I've drawn and cast for you Satori, and this is what lies in front of me.

Dead center is a cast off 1950's black glass earring, It is the screwback kind, but the hardware that is the attachment has been broken off . Directly above it is a silver keychain with a handcuff, which is open completely.
To the left (but definitely part of this small cluster of items) is a small "insert photo here" charm, and a small two-sided object I found and cannot identify.

Above these items are four items lying in a perfectly straight line. The car, upside down, is first. Next is the coil of beads that I said reminded me of DNA. It has been crushed on one end, and next to that is a clamshell, shut tight, but empty.
Directly underneath these three items in a row is a black glass bead. It is upside down, and very matte, very black, very intensely dark.

A clear glass bead is far left of the other items, and each and every one of these things rests in a perfect inverted triangle , atop a small sword which is perfectly straight up and down, with the point downward.

I see the earring as signifying old times, old ways, old attitudes and even old comforts. The handcuff, wide open, offers a release, and I am reading this as saying that to everything there is a season, and it's time to make some changes, for they are changing with or without your consent. It's time to free yourselves. Some things you'll find easy to let go because you know they have served their purposed and had their due, but other things will require work, acceptance, and even faith. The fact that the earring is no longer functional says that old ways are no longer working.

The picture charm turned upside down is being pinned down by a small metal gadget that I cannot identify, but thought was really interesting looking, It has a male-female feeling to it with two distinct sides. The male side is lying on top of the charm, and I'm wondering if he is a bit of a homebody. I don't know, but I'm feeling like this talks about the need for the two of you make a united front, standing together.

When I tossed this junk a few days back the first thing I noticed was the little coiled piece I call DNA.
The upside down car preceeding it speaks of being completely knocked off-course. The empty clamshell(?) directly following it speaks of water, the sea, emotion, feelings. Shut tight and hollowed out. Underneath this all, the opaque black drop of glass seems to accentuate this in a very serious way. I was wondering if their might be a sorrowful and grave health issue with yourself or a family member. I saw a few posts later that you mention the loss of your sister. And so please forgive the hurtful mention, but I wonder if this is what I am seeing here. I am not sure what it means in this reading, but would not be surprised to find that the stress of this sad loss has had a tremendous effect on you in every aspect of your life.

Underneath all of this is a small plastic sword, pointed downward. Everything seems to rest on it, as the toss resembles an inverted triangle, and the sword is the point on which it all balances. It is sharp and has a lot of weight on it, and I'd interpret this as having one heck of a lot on your mind and in your thoughts.

Up away from everything else and far to the right lies a larger , beautiful, clear glass piece. When these pieces sit next to something, they magnify and make clear whatever it is. But this piece is upside down and far away. I see this as maybe meaning that the way not to fight so much is to try to spend time together that doesn't focus on or around "the usual". The glass piece, up and far to the left of everything else is truly "in left field" So maybe some new things, new ways to spend time together, places to go, and things to do that are out of the ordinary. It's hard to fight when you're having a great time, whether it be quiet and peaceful or fun and active.

Satori

Morty. Beautiful. I am savoring it. I'll be back.