Today’s tarot card was the 9 of swords. I had free-floating anxiety all day, leading up to my first dose of the Moderna vaccine in the evening. I realized somewhere along the way that I was processing a year’s worth of the stress and strangeness of the pandemic, and the loss of the connecting balms of hugs and social singing. These needles point a way through it.
This is the sort of thing that happens when you don’t know what you’re going to draw and there’s a cat on your lap.
artemis in the woods
The spirit of spring is stirring. Soon buds on trees and the glorious riot of bloomings
I felt stymied by the blank paper. Made a couple of lines with my pencil, and this is what happened. One of the chorus of critics, perhaps? Someone with big opinions but no hands to make things happen?
The return of the Dawn Chorus is bringing me much joy this spring