I decided to give myself a Tarot reading last night. It had been a long time since I have touched my cards which lay on a bookshelf next to my bed.
The first card in my Celtic spread was the Ace of Wands, crossed by the Two of Pentacles. Death was at the top of the cross, and the Hanged Man was set in the future place. My foundation was the Emperor, and in my past was the Four of Swords. In the final outcome, I got the Five of Cups. I was thinking to myself, this is heavy with Death and change and reversal and loss... Where is that in my life? Then today I learn after work that a) my grandmother has had another one of her manic dementia spells and b) my fiance's kid got kicked out of day care after only being there a few days this summer. The cards were clearly telling me that for a while now my shit's been really solid and positive but that my fortune was soon going to change.
What is the lesson of loss? It is that there is always something left over...
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