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	Ilbe is trying to remind you of something you've lost--a hope, perhaps, or a dream. You may have thought it gone forever, but he is holding it out to you for reconsideration. He thinks you can do something with it now. The way may not be obvious, but his clever nose has scented a path, a potential opening for bringing this into your life. Sometimes, Ilbe may be saying that a long-awaited dream is at last arriving on the scene and there is nothing we need to do but open our hearts and minds to it. However, we usually have to work for it. Another attribute of Ilbe is loyalty.
	Solus is radiant, energizing, vitalizing. This presence in a reading often indicates that something new is being brought into being in our lives--partly through our own efforts and partly through the help we are receiving from other realms. Miracles may take place. Movement into the light is occurring. This is a time for taking action, passing on our blessings and learning, and for service given from a position of strength.
	The Singer of Intuition indicates that information is available to us if we will just listen to our own inner knowing. Perhaps we have already heard it, and still doubt our subtle senses. The Singer says this is the time to really listen to our intuition. What is the querent's own feeling, hunch, or intuition about this situation? It is deshirable that the querent should seek solitude, meditate, and practice stillness and patience. This is a time for inward focus, a time to open the inner door to intuition. The presence of this Singer radiates special illumination and insight on the other cards around it.

...When I consult an oracle, it's because my intuition, which is usually pretty good, is completely frazzled and confused. so a card that says "trust your intuition" generally is not helpful.

I suppose you're wondering what that's all about.

I had the most peculiar sensation while I was making the corset. I wasn't sewing in my livingroom. I wasn't using my teeny, ancient old Elna set up on a wooden TV table with my ancient ironing board next to me.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in a large room with a very high ceiling and clerestory windows. That the corset I was sewing wasn't for me, but for an upcoming production in a play. That I was at work, and that I'd worked in this place for a long time, and I was content working in this place. That I might get a bit of a gig here and there doing costuming for TV, but mostly it was theatre, and that while it wasn't a 9 to 5 job per se I wasn't starving and I had a spring steel budget of my own, thanks so much.

And then that would recede, a bit, but it wouldn't go away completely. And it was a good feeling. It felt really good.

And then I just found out a couple days ago that The Alberta College of Art and Design has a faculty of fibre arts. So far, that's all I've found in town here that has anything remotely to do with a post secondary education that has anything to do with sewing clothes. Well, maybe the university of Calgary still has a faculty of Home Economics or something. I haven't really looked because I don't know where to look.

But that's CRAZY. I can't do a four year fibre arts program. That's an impossible dream. Tuition alone is five thousand dollars a year. I've had yearly incomes that weren't much more than that. That doesn't include supplies or books or food or lodging. I'd never be able to do it the money is just unattainable how would I LIVE, but I can't stop thinking about it.

Ohmigod. Art college. I'm so shin-kickingly JEALOUS of people who are chasing or have chased BFAs. (I kick your shins. and yours. and yours. and yours too, dammit. And a great big fookin' kick all the way to Stockholm, Sweden.) But I can't do that, it'll never happen.

Actually a lot of good things are happening to me just now. a lot of opportunities opening, potentials blossoming...between that and the weather it feels like spring is coming really early. Good things that I really don't know how on earth it happened. Things that a month ago didn't even occur to me as possibilities.