Well, here I am, at the beginning of a great adventure. I suppose I could say I have been on this adventure for a long time now, but not so. It recently changed so dramatically that I might as well have died and reincarnated with the same body. I just don't think I will call my history important. I think maybe that history-of-me stuff is just another story I tell myself to identify who I am, and who I am does not have to be historical. It can be unknown at this time. I was getting pretty bored anyway, so something unknown would be refreshing. So, who cares what I used to like? Who cares how I used to respond? I think I will react out of type now. It was all just a big story, no matter how many facts were involved. Just a story. A prelude.

This year I am definately going to find some henna tattoo action for my feet and lower legs. I think vines on my feet, winding up my calf would be great. Maybe also on my right hand, winding up my forearm. More yoga. Wall ropes and inversions and backbends. More flowers, and I think I will cook a bunch more, too. New towels. And a brand-new, cream-colored VW Beetle with cream interior, moonroof and a flower in the budvase.

My Tarot Birth Cards are Death Emperor. So I must be in the Death phase, setting up for a new Emperor. A new kind of solidity based on standing in the flow of the universe constantly. Right now I think I had better flow back to my job, the Ferol Humphrey World Takeover Plan. Taking over the world is fairly effort-intensive. I am not going to quit until everyone on earth has tried Tarot cards at least once, and owns their own deck. BTW, as far as music goes, AfroCelt rocks. Turn it UPPP.