Today my mentor brought out twenty kilos of clay for the Swedish lesson, and that's how you know it's going to be a good morning. Several hours of concentrated silence in class, and here you have my little old queer family I made. When I'd cleaned up a bit and was about to go get lunch, my mentor was still there, sunk deep into their lump of clay. After lunch, another teacher showed me the folder with all the feminist fight songs they had written during the years. A real time capsule. She sang a few of them too. I really hope I can teach with them in the spring. 


I think of all the choices I have. Everything I want to do. Everything I desire. I'm asking my tarot for advice. And it shows my worst card - the Hierophant. Tradition, ethics and morality. I just loathe him. You can bet he shows up when I just want to have fun and be silly. He's a real damn clam jam. So what does that mean? That I have to focus on my work, to see the whole picture, to bow my head, to not allow myself to be exposed to temptation? Dear me, I probably have way too much adhd for that.