I have many interests outside of my practice as a professional psychic. My number one absolutely shameless passion is great TV shows and movies. I am also a foodie, love to read and play and listen to music. When I am not doing readings, I am doing my other interests. I find them to be tremendous outlets. So when you see my blogs with a headline that says “News from The Psychic Dish” I am going to actually dish with YOU about what I’m watching, reading, listening to, playing on my guitar, obsessed with…(usually a new food item)…as another way for us to connect!
I have to mention that I am NOT a professional critic. Though wouldn’t it be FUN if I were? However as my husband and son like to remind me, I almost ALWAYS have something to say about everything.
Television, food, books, music…they add so much dimension to my life. I feel through them I access more of my own self. Being empathic I do need to be somewhat selective about what I choose to watch or read, but I LOVE started a new series. I get into the psyche of the characters, wonder what I would do in their situation, feel the struggle, the joy, the pain…it seems to somehow provide a type of therapy, soothing the soul, shifting my perspective and outlook. Working with lots of people on a daily basis, TV is a tremendous release.
In particular, I love stories based on true and actual events, and especially ones with a female in the leading role. I just finished the second season of “The Crown.” What a phenomenally well produced and performed show. I want to offer a psychic dish about the show, what I feel about the struggles surrounding the main character (The Queen) without adding spoilers, and sorry if I give too much away! See…this is why I don’t do this professionally haha.
After completing the second season, only stopping to eat and sleep, I must say I have a different perspective of the queen’s inner landscape than I used to. It has been convenient for me to assume life in the palace to be cushy and cozy, without it’s own sense of pressure and drain. I could not fathom how one woman could possibly take on being the figurehead for an entire country, conceive and birth babies, be a mother, a wife, and try to find any sense of normalcy amidst the constant barrage of public pressures. It was so clear to me watching Claire Foy’s brilliant portrayal of Queen Elizabeth II how instantaneously she had to relinquish many of her own dreams and goals the moment the crown was set upon her head. The rest of her life lay out before her, duties set, responsibilities certain. The utter and sudden lack of spontaneity, constantly having to poise herself despite feeling emotionally stirred, holding all of that emotion in, to present herself to the world with the essence of a matriarch for an entire country (well and several other countries under British rule), I couldn’t imagine what she must have been feeling. I couldn’t fathom the strength it must have taken for her to essentially walk away from her own individuality. This was a time when positions of nobility were deeply rooted in tradition. These days there seems to be a “loosening” around the tightness of following certain protocols. To be daily under the scrutiny of the public eye, and maintain a sense of self was an overwhelming task. Expectations were set, behaviors determined for how to “be” a queen. The mask she put on the day she was crowned was phenomenally clear, at least to me. Throughout the entire first season, you could see the humanity slowly being stripped away, her falling down the rabbit hole, with nothing and no one to cling to in order to hold on to herself, though she tried. The surrender to the crown and all it stood for was her only choice, or live in torment for the rest of her life.
I am awed by how swiftly she released her former self, as if something profound HIT her: do or die. The pain in clinging became too great, and she reached in vain for her relationship with her husband. Certainly in vain as he was having his own series of toddler tantrums, trying to accept the new responsibilities. I have a poor opinion of Prince Philip after seeing how he handled himself: at the beginning nothing more than a whiny and irresponsible child. It drove deeper the queen’s sense of isolation, as the distance grew between them. I often wished she would just slap him! And I digress…
What I loved about the second season was how beautifully they showed many more of the queen’s vulnerabilities, especially as she conceived and bore children. She became pregnant for the third and fourth time, requiring her to be on bed rest. It was hilarious to watch as no one knew what to do in her absence. She places the Prime Minister in her charge, and when she comes back he is wheeled in on a hospital bed ready to quit as Prime Minister! She unflinchingly remarks “I’ve been queen barely 10 years, and in that time I’ve had three prime ministers, all of them ambitious men, clever men, brilliant men,” she tells him. “Not one has lasted the course. They’ve either been too old, too ill, or too weak. A confederacy of elected quitters.”
In that moment I absolutely fell in love with her. NEVER during any of her pregnancies did we see her moan, complain or quit. The moment a child was born she was right back to the tasks and duties set before her. In that moment I saw her feminism rise up, whereas before she kept it stuffed inside too afraid to speak out against the boys club. I guess you could say I was satisfied.
Then we have the contrast of her sister Margaret. What a delightful telling of her naughty story, and I will leave you wanting more, but let’s say it was deliciously scandalous! The juxtaposition of the people they were showed us the other side of the coin, what it would have looked like had the queen rebelled against the crown. It was also satisfying, in it’s own way…to feel unleashed from all the propriety and tradition, stuffy shirts, not being able to eat or go to bed without someone else in the room helping her, like a breath of fresh air.
I hope you enjoy! Write me and tell me what you think of it! Can’t wait to hear.