Why MacBeth is a Tragedy

The Three Witches from Shakespeares Macbeth by...

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Wow, great fire.

Awesome bubbling caldron.

Where’s the hell broth recipe?

Wait, why’s our mother here?

It says Witches’ mummy, not mommy, you weirdo.

Man, this prophecy thing is hard to get right.

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Trifextra, Week 87:  33 of your own words about a famous trio. The trio could be from literature,
from history or from pop culture. Just make it yours and have fun with it.

It’s In The Cards

Every day I get a tarot card reading in my e-mail.  Most days they’re funny.  And then there are the days when they acutally make sense and sound down right prophetic.  Like this one for instance:

You are about to enter a new phase in life.  You may find that you attract a lot of unusual friends.  Some kind of shared experience or interest could bring you together with people who are strongly interested in making changes in the world.

I’m all for new life phases and improving the world. And now on the lookout for weird people to share all that with.  Of course I didn’t meet enough of them on day one, so I started to rethink the whole thing.  And the cards sent me this:

You have mixed feelings today.  On the outside you are projecting warmth, compassion, empathy and confidence, but inside you have some strong doubts, particulary where it comes to your path right now.  Don’t let momentary challenges get to you, they will pass.

I mean seriously, are they tuned in to me or WHAT??  So I thought it would be a good plan to just keep on projecting all those positive emotions and feelings until I actually started to believe in them myself. And also maybe keep it up until I have that epiphany about changes to the earth.  Or whatever I was going on about the other day.  Finding my path.  OMG, how am I supposed to find my path?

If you slow down and let yourself think about things calmly you may find that you come up with a strong and positive way to make a solid improvement in your ambitions today. You have a lot of creative ideas today, but may not believe in them. Trust yourself. It always seems impossible until it is done.

An improvement in my ambitions?  I don’t really have any ambitions – except perhaps the ambition to be ambitious about something.  As for creative ideas, I finally finished a project that I’ve had on the go for about a year.  It’s never a good idea to rush things in my world where self doubt reigns supreme.  There isn’t a really good “before” picture because I forgot to take one until somewhere in the middle.  This little chef with a shelf from the island cottage is probably 50 plus years old.  He was painted red white and blue and covered in greasy grime.  The wood stove got too hot one day and his yellow plastic salt and pepper shakers melted.  I took pity on him and brought him home to give him and his tray a makeover.  I’m always doing things like this, completely negating any antique value things might have in the interests of making them look less like pieces of crap.

He’s sideways because the pieces aren’t put together yet.  I was afraid that because I had to sand them so much they wouldn’t fit snuggly enough in the end. 

But he turned out okay I suppose, just like the cards predicted.  (That’s how I interpreted their message sometime after the fact.)  You know, where they said it seems impossible until it’s done.  Done or not, I’m certainly done with it.  A year is a bit long to have something on the go.  W leaves tomorrow and he’ll be taking this little gem with him.  I sure as hell don’t want to look at it anymore.

I went back to work today, after a month away from it. The cards made these suggestions:

You can learn a lot from your friends and companions today. They will be excited, full of strange and interesting ideas. You may find that people have very unusual ideas, particularly the older males. Be careful when dealing with older men today.

HAHA!  That certainly put me in a good (less serious)  mood!  And made me eye every old man who came in with apprehensive suspicion.  I was very careful.  I did not sell anything to any one of them, just in case.

Was it a Dream?

My dreams are often so ridiculous that if they ‘came true’ I’d think I was still dreaming. Like the one where I see a child climb up on a railing and start to fall and I race down several flights of stairs to catch him before he hits the ground.

I have had some prophetic moments, though.

Our family was eating dinner once when the phone rang, and out of the blue I dropped my fork and exclaimed “O my God. Somebody died.” Mom came back from taking the call and delivered the news looking sad and confused and directly at me. “Uncle Colin had a massive heart attack and passed away in the hospital this afternoon.” He hadn’t been sick, he wasn’t old, it was completely unexpected. After that I tried to keep my sudden premonitions inside my head, so as to appear slightly less weird at the end of the day. Although it was always a toss-up – do I blurt this out before the fact, or wait until afterwards and say I knew that was going to happen? Either way, the sceptical expressions are about the same.

When my grandma died (she was 99) I didn’t go to her funeral for a number of selfish reasons. We were a thousand miles away, my kids were small, I didn’t want to take time off work, and I really hate funerals. The guilt after the fact about that, and remembering how many times grandma had wanted to sit and talk with me and I just hadn’t made the effort or taken the time, made me heartsick, remorseful, and unbearably sad.

One night, about a month after she died, I dreamed that she was standing at the foot of my bed, patting my feet, the way a mom pats a baby’s back, and softly murmuring. Grandma always said ‘there there” when we were little and upset about something and her gentle soft pats always made the hurt go away. “There, there. There, there. Don’t you worry. I know that you loved me.”

In the morning I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and the gloom and regrets were gone. And every time I thought about her doing that for me a beautiful sensation of ease and calm and love for her would flow through me.

Was it just a dream invented by my subconscious mind to help me leave the depression behind? Or can the spirits of the departed really come back to comfort the living? I shared my “dream” experience with my sister and she had that same expression on her face that I remember from the dinner table scene so many years ago.

That’s okay though. I know she loves me anyway.

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