Tarot plus haiku
I chose to combine my daily cards with the oracle challenge.
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Yes. Yes! It’s the third day I have pulled vitality. Stop thinking and act.
Today (Wednesdays as I’m late posting this) is the day I learn where I sit with my #postcardia. It’s been both pie-in-the-sky and a concrete path with a map. I’ve been caught in inertia about what happens next because I’ve had to visit a local printer for their advice on the possibility of reproducing non-reproducible work.
Haiku on point. Yes. Something new has flowered but only an inch to two.
Let’s see where to next.
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Your greatest fear
flecked with mud
cracking in the cold
Here is my fear of loneliness coming back to haunt me. Only I was in the darkest grip of its embrace when I pulled these cards. Like I’d sunk a bore into an artesian grief inside me and my tears refused to stop flowing. The water spiced with a persistent loneliness that stalks even in the brightest moments.
Cracked is a kind word for it. So is broken. The experience has left me raw and vulnerable. But like Demeter, who wandered her desolation crazed with grief, she was always on the cusp of the return of joy, abundance and creation.
Challenge hosted by @otmoraclecards