All in the cards
Perhaps the only reason I’d call myself OK right now is because I get out of the house nearly every day, to interact with animals.
Also, it’s good to see Florida still hustling and bustling. I mean, it isn’t — good, that is.
My governor is loath to lock us down and people don’t have enough sense to lock themselves down.
But seeing sunshine and people not too worried about life has been oddly refreshing.
I wish coronavirus never had to happen. And I am not one to say things happen for a reason. There isn’t always a reason.
Sometimes they just happen and it sucks. So you either get through/past it — and you grow from it — or you don’t. Dealer’s choice.
I’ve been turning into a salt pillar, in a few ways. Not reading certain social media. It ain’t that snark and smug superiority I miss. Or being typed at like I’m a 6-year-old.
Hard pass, Grimace.
As if it wasn’t hard enough waiting 45 years to open up my heart to someone, and for what?
But I do miss everything else.
Now that being completely discombobulated is happening to everyone else, I feel like I’m in good company.
I won’t say what drastic things I’ve done to help me cope. But let’s just say I have my magic ways. And my magic tarot deck.
* I pulled the Six of Wands today. The victory card. If you look at the card, he’s just won a battle. I think he’s on his way to one. And homey ain’t playin’. He left behind a lot of things he loved, in search of the things he’ll love and the tribe who will love him. YOU ARE DONE MAKING MOVES OUT OF FEAR. YOU ARE NOT DEFINED BY THE WAY OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU.
* I pulled The Fool yesterday. He’s not naive — he’s seen some shit and he’s frolicking off to do whatever the fuck it was that he was put on this earth to do. He’s remembering who he wanted to be before all y’all told him what you think he is and what y’all told him he can or cannot be/do. DOORS ARE OPENING. FORGETTING IS THE ULTIMATE SKILL; YOU CAN CREATE FREELY NOW.
* I pulled the Queen of Pentacles before that. She is done with surviving. She’s thriving. She’s releasing others’ definition of her. She’s the wild woman of the deck — she is mother and psychic healer and light worker and lover and guess what? SHE IS SHOWING UP FOR WHAT IS HERS, AND SHE IS ASKING FOR MORE THAN SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS EVER WORTHY OF HAVING.
The golden thread?
She’s done some shit. People think she needs to feel a certain way about it. They haven’t seen the good she’s capable of because even she’s pushed that aside to deal with all the other stuff. And guess what? She was always worth more than they thought … than SHE thought. And you can’t manifest what you don’t think you’re worthy of.
I mean, look at all these people with great mates, money, homes, whatever. They think they deserve it all. You have dipshits running around worshiping at their idiot altars. Or maybe it’s all their bots or fake accounts “liking” them.
Wait till these fuckers pull the Tower card and the Wheel and a Five of Wands.
I already pulled all those bad cards myself, and here I am. Running up the seventh floor. Knocking the eleventh door. I’ma sick of trying. Baby could you love me some more?
In any event, life’s about to change again. I have a really hard week ahead. Hard road.
But the Six of Wands calls for balance between what calms you and what excites you.
The Fool said be a writer, lady. It’s time.
And the Queen of Coins says you’ve suffered enough actual fools. Let the cream rise to the top and let the spoiled milk curdle.
God willing, Imma find that missing cup in the wall of the Eight of Cups.
Now to parlay a legacy out of all this.