Friday, April 29, 2016

Readers Studio 2016 (Ghost Post #2)

Another post written in advance because I'm not really here.

By the time you read this, I will be (universe willing) happily ensconced at the La Guardia Marriott in Queens, New York city, amid the babble of a ballroom full of tarot enthusiasts from all over the world.

The speakers, study-group leaders, vendors, and discussion-mongers hail from all over: Tel Aviv, Sydney, Melbourne, Toronto, St.Paul, Detroit, Easthampton, New York, Albuquerque. I stopped the list here, but there are more.

Readers Studio 2016!

More about the Conference after I've been there!

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Magic Prague Tour (Ghost Post #1)

This is a ghost post, written ahead of time, and sent out via the magic of internet scheduling. I'm not actually home writing, but in Prague (I hope).

This is where we're staying: House at the Big Boot.

This is one of the things we'll be doing: funiculi...funicula...

And then I get to eat this:
Tender paté with almonds and orange with cranberries.
Meat skewer of pork and chicken with herb rice and zesty sauce.
Small Bohemian pancakes with plum jam, and cottage cheese.

We're visiting here: the Ossuary at Kutná Hora

And eating this afterwards:
Alchemical Menu
Game Pate
Chicken Strips cooked in Old Hungarian style - according to Bohemian cookbook of an alchemist knight Bavor the younger Rodovsky from Hustirany in 1591 (slices of chicken steak in white wine and cream sauce with chopped almonds, onion, parsley, ginger, saffron)
Raspberry Aurum Foliatum (raspberry dessert embellished with 23-carat gold foil and whipped cream)

And being given one of these: 2016 edition Tarot of Prague
A review of this gorgeous deck when I get back and unpack and recover from jet lag...

Sunday, April 10, 2016


Things Victorian were rushing at me from all directions last month. Not physical objects like corsets, thank goodness, but books, movies, words, reviews, poetry. Perhaps I'm more susceptible to this era of history than most because my name is Victoria. But I've never been married to anyone named Albert and I doubt I'll get to be a monarch (unless in a next life I come back as a butterfly).

1) A movie arrived in the mail starring one of my favourite actors, Emily Blunt, in which she plays a Young Victoria,

giving us a glimpse into the early years of her long (64 year) reign, before she acquired the serious widowed look with which we're so familiar.

2) the word arsenious came up in A Word A Day. The quote below is stolen directly from their post.

“The next time you’re having a bad day, pause for a moment to be grateful: that you weren’t born in the Victorian age and consequently are not likely to be in danger of being poisoned by arsenic. Come, come, you might be thinking. This is a slender reason to be cheerful -- who’s to say that anyone would wish to slip a splash of arsenious acid into my cup of tea?”
Rebecca Armstrong; Victorian Lives of Poison, Passion, and Peril; The Independent (London, UK); Mar 19, 2010.

Images from the 1944 movie, Arsenic and Old Lace

3) from Goodreads March newletter came notice of a novel by Tracy Chevalier, set in 1838. Not, however, in jolly old England, but in the wild American west. While Victoria was learning how to survive as a Queen, the family in At the Edge of the Orchard was learning how to survive. Period.

4) April 21, 2016 marks the 200th birthday of another famous Victorian, Charlotte Brontë, author of Jane Eyre.
There is to be an exhibition at the Brontë Parsonage in Haworth, Yorkshire. One of the curators is none other than Tracy Chevalier above!

Here is a quote from their advertisement about the exhibition:
"At Haworth Charlotte and her sisters lived in confined spaces, sharing beds, making tiny books together, all writing in one room. Despite being so constrained, however, Charlotte was also full of ambition. Installed throughout the Brontë Parsonage, this exhibition explores the contrast between the tiny things in Charlotte’s life and her huge ambitions."

5) I've just finished reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, another Victorian. If he and his contemporaries, Queen Victoria and Charlotte Brontë, had lived in the same neighbourhood growing up, they could have gone to school together!

6) Before watching Miss Potter, the movie chronicling the dramatic life of  Beatrix Potter, I wondered why Renée Zellweger, a Texan, had been cast in the lead role. Weren't there enough British actors to choose from? Complain, complain. Well, she was splendid, and I was wrong. And so, in this month of people and things Victorian, I felt compelled to re-watch the story of another writer (albeit a later arrival) from the time, and wonder anew at Beatrix's determination, immense wealth from the sales of her little books (as her mother disparagingly referred to them), and philanthropy.

7) Victorians were big on fairies. To quote Lunaea Weatherstone in her introduction to the Victorian Fairy Companion, "Fairy art, literature, and theatre were hugely popular in the nineteenth century, as were stories of real-life encounters with fairies. These interactions with humans ranged from a fleeting glimpse of a fairy in a boggy dell to being stolen by fairies..."
(Note: in Miss Potter, Beatrix and her brother Bertram were frequently warned by their nurse that misbehaviour would result in their being whisked off by fairies in the night.)

Yes, times have changed. We're all more sophisticated and hardly anyone believes in fairies anymore.

Victorian Fairy Tarot
But wouldn't it be delicious to glimpse a flicker of gossamer wings at the back of one's garden?

Sunday, April 03, 2016

Too sleepy to...zzzzzz (shh...the Alice Tarot)

I try to be awake when I'm writing a blog post. I like it when there are some thoughts chasing each other around up there. A premise, an idea, something, anything at all.

Today all I'm good for is drinking lovely Autumn Season Darjeeling from Sancha Tea in India (which ships FREE; isn't that delightful!) and watching the Scarlet Pimpernel on DVD. And even to tell you that, I had to go downstairs, check the name of the tea, come back upstairs, find their site, put in the link. Exhausting.

Here are three lazy lolling-around cards from the Alice Tarot.

And I'm off. The teapot beckons.
I'll try to be more interesting next week. Cheerio!