I've been trying to see things differently, to unsee some that I've seen, and to search for visions I've been unable to see.
One I've been searching for this spring is "healing." And whether Zodiac or Chinese calendar or tarot or other sources I have available to me -- that is what's been left out for us this spring.
A time of transition, yes -- but into what?
Spring should be a time of new life. As we move into the earthly dragon month, we should begin to find places to set our feet.
But the earth beneath us keeps shifting.
And the card I pulled this morning is:
Ten of Swords (Ruin): Calamity. The failure of a hero, foretold in prophesy, but brought about by our own choices.
I'm telling you things are lining up for us -- and not in a good way.
I feel strongly that we are being forced out -- forced out of this world, that it is done with us. It is time for us to move on & the longer we stay, the more uncomfortable and miserable the world is going to make it for us here.
Like a child grown too big for her womb.
Or the cocoon that's ready to split and free the butterfly.
Together we have grown too much for this world.
And in return, she will become too much for us.
One I've been searching for this spring is "healing." And whether Zodiac or Chinese calendar or tarot or other sources I have available to me -- that is what's been left out for us this spring.
A time of transition, yes -- but into what?
Spring should be a time of new life. As we move into the earthly dragon month, we should begin to find places to set our feet.
But the earth beneath us keeps shifting.
And the card I pulled this morning is:
Ten of Swords (Ruin): Calamity. The failure of a hero, foretold in prophesy, but brought about by our own choices.
I'm telling you things are lining up for us -- and not in a good way.
I feel strongly that we are being forced out -- forced out of this world, that it is done with us. It is time for us to move on & the longer we stay, the more uncomfortable and miserable the world is going to make it for us here.
Like a child grown too big for her womb.
Or the cocoon that's ready to split and free the butterfly.
Together we have grown too much for this world.
And in return, she will become too much for us.
