"For now, books are still the best way of taking great art and its consolations along with us on the bus."
almost hot in the greywoods up the creekbed theres a presence there that the dog and i dont quite care for entirely unlike the left fork that leads up and through. theres a watchfulness in the greywoods, a cloak of invisibility thrown over the whole thing, a one way glass. something makes me hurry there where i would otherwise gawk and linger. the dog and i fairly trotting, leaping over the burn back and over for better footing, she whimpering ahead i peeking behind. but it was an exercise in trust and a quest to fetch my mitten, cutting through the same two yards again, forgive me. ill stick to the left-hand path from now on. i offer my thanks for retrieval and safe passage.
Penny has inspired me to exhume my Tarot practice. the seachange caused me to batten down a great deal of my self and now as i at least accustom to foreign shores, i begin to unbind a bit, and see myself anew.
and todays card, with consummate apropos, Two of Pentacles, there i am, arrived from the the shoals, the maternal form of lands past behind me, trusting in what is unseen within and without to protect and guide me. my seat is as strong and secure as one can be that sets at the threshold. the swords are enormous but because they are a natural extension of my Self, i handle them with little effort. they fan out like antennae, collecting energy and information, an invisible cone that draws the Universal Song down into my quiet mind. my foundation is power and magick, the yellow slippers beneath a simple linen shift. simplicity within me, upon me, before me, hazard and difficulty behind. and a waxing moon, watching over me. i am complete.
"Order is restored from a chaotic situation... Breathe... and be still... ...and open your eyes..."
the kind of day im having