The other day I asked the tarot cards, what will become of me?
The answer?
The TOWER, FFS. The worst card in the pack. Destruction, devastation, the end of all projects and dreams.
I tried to see the silver lining: transformation, out of the cocoon, the moult.
But, in all honesty, it's kind of how it feels. Horses, writing, painting, philosophy, podcasting, willow weaving, soil sampling, chainsawing, wood carving, yoga, boxing, aromatherapy, tree planting. I'm not going to make a life out of any of it.
Someone said to me, focus on one thing.
Good suggestion. But what???
Somewhere over the rainbow, there's a Crone who knows her soul's joy and follows it. Shame I'll never meet her.
Beautiful rainbow you've shared. Re The Tower -- oh my!!
You are already "making" a life by being the explorer you are -- a polymath, Renaissance person.
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