As per usual, the only question questions ever really asked is... what now? What next? And so?
And we shuffle, and shuffle and meditate and pray, and we pull, and the single card, pulled again and again and again is the same.
The card represents the critical factor for the issue at hand. The High Priestess, when reversed, hearkens a time for action, for involvements with others. Commitments in romance.
Who? Ah, if I knew, I'd tell ya.
But it's a welcome reading, and comforting, and interesting that she comes, like so, again and again and again. Because (if I can say so without falling into the whiny female trap, which I suppose I am excessively cautious of.) this gals needs have not been met. Hey whoa, cowboy. That's not what I mean.
In the 2 1/2 years I've been in Montreal, I've put more notches in my bedpost than in the previous seven years combined. That ain't it. It's nice that along the way, someone did pick up my heart (ew! Heart! I call for a new word for the thing. Heart brings to mind the 80's and so much awful Valentine's paraphernalia.) from out of the wreckage, give it a crank, and showed that it does in fact, still tick. Sad that he couldn't stick around. Yet I'm grateful. No, no. I don't need to get laid, that's not quite what I crave.
This, is more like it.
And we shuffle, and shuffle and meditate and pray, and we pull, and the single card, pulled again and again and again is the same.
The card represents the critical factor for the issue at hand. The High Priestess, when reversed, hearkens a time for action, for involvements with others. Commitments in romance.
Who? Ah, if I knew, I'd tell ya.
But it's a welcome reading, and comforting, and interesting that she comes, like so, again and again and again. Because (if I can say so without falling into the whiny female trap, which I suppose I am excessively cautious of.) this gals needs have not been met. Hey whoa, cowboy. That's not what I mean.
In the 2 1/2 years I've been in Montreal, I've put more notches in my bedpost than in the previous seven years combined. That ain't it. It's nice that along the way, someone did pick up my heart (ew! Heart! I call for a new word for the thing. Heart brings to mind the 80's and so much awful Valentine's paraphernalia.) from out of the wreckage, give it a crank, and showed that it does in fact, still tick. Sad that he couldn't stick around. Yet I'm grateful. No, no. I don't need to get laid, that's not quite what I crave.
This, is more like it.
I commented today to my dearest girl_fawkes that the masochist in me (well, that part I didn't comment, but it must be that part of me) kind of misses being deeply heartbroken. And then the other part laughs and dances, and smiles a lot.
I am alone. We are all alone inside our minds. We were all born this way, and we will all die this way. But there is safety in numbers, and that external safety, of warm bodies and pithy eye-contact, that chance to take, and be taken for granted, that safety is what's missed.
But it's okay.
It's in the cards.
VIEW 11 of 11 COMMENTS
ps ever hear from your little cousin?