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Jolinda “Josi” Case is a Spiritual Counselor who uses Tarot and Astrology (among other tools) as forms of divination. She is an avid and vigorous student of the esoteric. Josi has a great deal of experience in assisting people through major life changes such as death/dying/grief through counseling.

Josi’s main motivation is to empower others by assisting them to connect with and express their most true and authentic self. She also strives to give people the authority to feel comfortable in the pursuit of their personal Spirituality.

Josi’s formal education includes collegiate level degrees in Communications, Business and Psychology. She is also an ordained minister. In her free time (HA!), she writes a weekly column for her local paper (The Greenup Beacon), blogs on her site Shock Therapy and relaxes with her husband (“Ox”), three grown boys, two grandsons and pets (Prince, Mercury and Perseus).
Most recently, Josi has bonded forces with Dixie Vogel of A Fool's Journey to produce a monthly show they call Woo Woo Wonderful. The purpose of the live broadcast is to empower others with knowledge of Spirit and Mysticism.

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Wilted

The Wilted

Morning breaks harshly on the horizon.
The suns rays are fierce even for first dawn.
She hangs, dangling from the prickled vine.
Her leaves succumb to their audible desiccation.
The withered rose clings to dwindling conviction.

The immediate piercing heat singes away the night’s mist.
Tears would quench her if it were possible to cry.
The aridity clenches more tightly with each passing breath.
A scant dewdrop could relieve the searing.
She dreams of the wind exhaling a faint hope.

Memories of smooth droplets upon her bloom flitter like promising butterflies.
Desperately she clings to her foliage as a small gust threatens to strip her stem.
The dust beckons her final breath.
The wind’s dry whisper brings thoughts of embracing the silence in peaceful surrender.

Her history is of little consequence as she dwindles nearly lifeless and alone.
As a mere bud, her beauty was admired by many.
City bustlers once stopped to waft her sweetness.
A hapless lonely death seems to be fate’s card.

The feigning soul’s determined grip loosens as the first drop falls.
Twirling from the sky it lands directly upon her center.
 “A mere glimmer, an illusion, a mirage,” she quivers.
But then, another splash falls upon her wilted leaves.
Instantly, she swells and straightens trying to catch the next gift that may fall from the sky.

She weeps with relief.
Her brilliant red blush returns as she drinks the renewal.
One by one, the small globules replenish her soul.
Her hopes are rewarded with restorative droplets.

Immediately the harshness of the sun lessens.
The light becomes a beacon lifting her head.
Once again, the day is a gentle friend smiling upon her face.
Drought reveals the overlooked miracle in a dewdrop.