The Hit List - Humbly Like The Wolf

About two weeks ago, I was pondering the way I communicate, especially in regards to my work. I wondered out loud to my husband if I needed to “tone it down” or find a way to become more woo woo and “spiritual”.

My wise husband reminded me that not everyone is looking for that and tis best for me to remain true to how I am, since my street smart yet compassionate tarot style has served my clients well for many moons.

His sage insight got me thinking about how important it is for a tarot reader (or any entrepreneur) to just be themselves. Transparency can help the client do their proper due diligence before they make a decision to lay down their hard earned cabbage (buyer beware). But it’s also good for you because an incompatible working relationship is never fun.

So let me take a minute to get straightforward on my modus operandi ‘n style so that you and I either gel and create a tarot symphony – or you move on to find a more suitable player to make the kind of tarot music you really want to hear.

My muse and reading style is like Mr. Wolfe from Pulp Fiction:

I’m Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.

If you are looking for super woo woo, you’ll be mighty disappointed with me. I don’t create mandalas, have a direct line to gods, channel angels, recite myths or write awe inspiring poetry (although I have been known to bust into spontaneous raps).

I’m more hip hop than hippie. I will not fluff your pillow nor will I speak in a flowery dialect (I might drop the f bomb though. In fact, I guarantee I will.). I won’t sugar coat the truth to make it more palatable (yes, I’m the friend that will tell you that those pants make your ass look big).

I don’t do rituals to fix your problems (but I do have killa connections if you need that). And no, I won’t tell you that you have a curse on you because I don’t believe in them. I believe in personal responsibility all the way, baby. (Blaming your issues on some so-called curse takes all your power away.)

Nope, instead I’m going to help you clean up your mess and take responsibility for what you’ve created. Or I might just point out that you’re worrying for nada and need to reeeelllllaaaaxxxxxx……….

I’ll take a look at what may be coming (predictions CAN be helpful but they are not cut in stone) and find escape chutes if things are looking dicey. I’ll also help you to see some mighty fine or sexy things coming your way so you don’t miss out on some serious fun.

I’m very good at relationships (my #1 Strength finder skill was “Relator”). I’m into lasting, healthy liaisons. If yours is not or you are lacking romance, we’ll look at strategies to point you in a positive and sane direction. (PS If you are in a questionable situation, I’m not a moralist. I won’t judge you. We’ll simply look at the best possible way to deal or we’ll find a way towards making better decisions in the future.)

I might give you some questions to contemplate or riddles to solve (tarot koans!). I won’t tell you what you “should” do but we can look at the potential consequences of your choices.

I’ll find the humor in your dilemma. I am serious and light hearted all at once. And yes, you get both. Often at the same time.

I am the tarot reader you want by your side in the zombie apocalypse because I will be the one who helps you to find the clear path, clean up the mess, shoot that frigging monster in the skull and get the eff out of dodge.

Yeah. It’s like that.

I live my own life much as I guide my clients: I pay attention to the signs and hold back or hit the gas and go, depending on the omen.

It’s conscious living, playa. I’m all about that. And that is what I bring to the tarot table. You in? Super. You’re not? No biggie. I might still fist bump you anyhow.

How my own awareness works in my own life:

I saw foxes for weeks on end. Symbols everywhere I looked. I even blogged about it because it was freaking me out so much. And then the foxes came this week. Twice.

My usual fox showed up with a friendly grin but my henhouse was on lockdown. I shooed it away. I was expecting that one.

A new fox came into my home by force. Kicked my window in, broad daylight. I didn’t expect that one (although I did have a dream about this energy a few weeks back so I should have known they would be sniffing around). They got nothing physical but cost me some new security swag and my sense of safety, which can’t be measured in dollar bills.

Yes, the foxes came. So I became a wolf.

(That’s me in my wolf hood above.)

Other stuff:

That picture of me above is in my brand new gray wolf Spirit Hood! This hood is warm as can be and no, it’s not real fur! It’s made out of fake stuff but you can’t fake this level of cute. It even has little paws! I get compliments and smiles whenever I’m out traveling around my hood in my hood. (Yes, I had to say that.) Get yours. Like now. PS part of the proceeds goes towards endangered animals.

Gala Darling just launched her new Moxie jewelry line. I’m lusting over the Heartbump Pendant. Already planning on how I might put pictures of my cats in it. (If you are dying to buy that for me, I won’t stop you.)

Snoop Lion is selling some serious swag over at Serious Pimp. I like going to that page just to hear the theme song. (Memo to Snoop ‘n crew: I want to create a hip hop tarot deck. I promise it will be steezius maximus. Interested in collaborating? Shoot me an email, playa: tarotlady@wi.rr.com)

Tapping my toes patiently until Pam Slim’s new book Body of Work: Finding the Thread That Ties Your Story Together arrives at my doorstep. She’s also doing a free online workshop with Laura Roeder. This is a can’t miss webinar. Stoked!

Seth Godin shares some good advice on dealing (or shunning) vampires.

So digging this manifesto for the self employed by Paul Jarvis.

Look at what the internet has done to these people. Funny!

I’m care deeply about homelessness. It’s a huge (and growing) here in the US. I love how photographer Rosie Holtom shows them in a different light.

What happens when an artist starts buying the signs of the homeless? This is the story that got to me the hardest this week: Sign of The Times.

What I’m Grateful For:

Craftsmen who don’t mess around

A warm home on a cold day

Humor

Well wishers

Gold orbs of protection