Laughing, Death + Eeyore

OshoZen_13TransformationToday’s card made me laugh. It shouldn’t have given what card it is, but it did. So why am I laughing at the Osho Zen Transformation aka Death card?

It goes like this. Yesterday I was walking back from lunch. In my head I was griping about the weather. It was colder and greyer than when I left for work in the morning. Then it hit me.

I could be whiny about something I couldn’t change–the weather.


I could be happy that I had warm, blue sky, 70 degree days to compare it to.


Attitude adjusted. 😀

The weather is one of those things that is SO not in my hula hoop, right? I can’t control it. Even if I could, a good Wiccan won’t because it mucks with other people’s weather.

But I can control what is in my hula hoop–namely, me.

Then I pull the Transformation card and there it is…Kali herself (I think) sitting on a grey cloud.

I know, right? The Universe via the Tarot smacking me upside the head again.

I can only control what’s in my hula hoop.

Not sure what that means?

1. Stand up.
2. Hold out your hands as if you are holding a hula hoop.
3. Anything that fits in that imaginary circumference is what you can control.
4. Anything that doesn’t fit is out of your hands. It’s out of your hula hoop.

So why fret over what you can’t control? Do you fret because you can’t make it stop raining? Don’t waste your valuable energy, darling. Instead, go splash in a puddle or three. Too cold? Have a Pooh party!

Seriously…the Girl Scout camp I worked at would take rainy hikes so we could end with graham crackers and honey and hot chocolate. That’s a Winnie-the-Pooh party.

So… you gonna be an Eeyore or what?

Transformation, Osho Zen Tarot, St. Martins Press

Seek Joy, y’all! Pass it on.

Learn some other ways to get rid of the suckies by working through this workbook+planner with me.

Demons, Emperors & Rebels

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