1. Scan my interest list and pick out the one that seems the most odd to you.
2. I’ll explain it.
3. Then you post this in your journal so other people can ask you about your interests.
2. I’ll explain it.
3. Then you post this in your journal so other people can ask you about your interests.
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When I married in my early 20s we could only have a cat as a pet, and I began to read up on domestic and wild cat behavior. When we had four cats, watching the interactions between them, and trying diligently to keep from attributing "human" motives to their behaviors was fascinating to me.
Jacques Cousteau's tv work was at its height, and I joined the Cousteau society and the Nature Conservancy, and every penny I could spare went to support ecological and environmental causes. Still does.
Raised a strict Southern Baptist, from the age of 14 on, I never felt a conflict between the biblical story of creation and evolution. Watching animal behaviors, whether personally, or through reading or film, it was so apparent that humans have a very thin veneer of language skill and "civilization" overlying what remain very primal animal behaviors.
You may have noticed what I call the "herd bull" behavior if your eldest son is a teenager, and old enough for your DH to percieve on a pheremonal and primal level as a "rival." I certainly did. The air was thick for quite a few years, there. It brought the whole thing home to me rather forcefully. My study of animal behavior paid off in helping to understand human behavior, and in managing a family of human animals.
I think we were good rescuers for our feral (not an abandoned stray) cat. He only approached humans because he was traumatically injured (foot missing), desperately needed food and was unable to hunt. H became a reliable non-threatening food source, and he managed to establish a level of trust. Because we knew what to do and what to avoid, we've managed to socialize him to be an affectionate, mostly happy pet with a snarky, jokey sense of humor. He tolerates strangers not at all, but we're not excessively social people, so that's not a problem.
It's a minor use of the knowledge, but I'm glad I have it. I still rely on body language at least as much as conversation to tell me about people. I've freaked friends out, and friends of friends, being all "intuitive," but it's really just observation and past study.
Eek. I should have used the short form. Sorry.
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My best friend growing up spent much time in their garden and even out of it, doing garden-related chores; she did not love it. She was also a heck of a lot more disciplined about, well, pretty much everything than I was. Probably a connection there somewhere. Mmmm hmmm.
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So, explain tarot to me.
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I'm also a magpie when it comes to decks, and at last count I had more than 80 tarot decks, not counting I Ching, Ogham and oracle decks. The art intrigues me--each deck is a collection of miniature paintings, and examining the traditional meanings of each card as interpreted by different artists is sometimes relevatory, but always interesting.
I find myself drawn, for the most part, to colorful decks rather than black and white ones, to wider interpretational art, rather than the more traditional, and to the lighter, rather than the darker decks in spirit. My very favorite tarot deck (that I only meditate with) is the Osho Zen. My favorites for reading are the Fey Tarot and the Gill Tarot (click on the "boutique" link, and then the "more samples" button in that last window).
I do buy used, often from ebay, and I research a prospective aquisition as thoroughly as I can, reading reviews, and studying the artwork on as many sites as I can find cards scanned. I have a few decks that, while not other than represented, have left me cold. I've also put decks away for months or years, and when I took them out again they'd gained appeal.
But basically? Me = magpie + the art is the whole appeal of tarot for me. Incidentally, this icon is the Sun card from the Roots of Asia tarot, another I meditate, rather than read with.
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I have a short list, too, and it's all about fandom. Ha! OK, except for yoga and writing, but those aren't too odd.
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I never wanted a garden. But when I moved out, my world expanded, and I discovered flower gardens. Formal gardens of estates, informal gardens at the homes of friends, and I was charmed. Not enough to acutally want to do the work, but enough to ease my hatred of dirt and growing things.
It was sideways, through reading about gardens in novels, historicals of all eras and modern ones, that the flower garden began to appeal. And then I visited some historical site and walked through the herb garden on a warm late spring day while the plants still glistened from watering, and I fell in love. We had--and still have--no real place to plant a real garden, but we have a second floor deck, and I began to read on how to grow things in containers, so we could have a garden of pretty flowers and wonderful smelly herbs. And there you go. The more I read, the more I tried, the more I tried, the better my success, and the more I read...etc.