Reading a Day


This has been my morning thus far. It isn’t coincidence the cards and book took me to similar reflections. I’m in a life journey like no other with the loss of Dawn. The cards spoke of seasons, dealing with fear, creating, weaving new from the bits and pieces life presents me with. The book… Happiness, the primary colors so to speak… pleasure, grace, excellence. Learning the journey is the reward, not the impermanence of the mountain top. I am changing. In that change there are textures of light and dark. I’m letting myself feel and not suppress, heal and not deflect. I’m not on an easy path, but it’s the one I’ve been given. As I look out at the trees I love when I do my meditation, I visually watch their metamorphosis of limb and leaf in their journey of seasons.

 it is in the cards

monday’s tarot reading spoke

each day’s a season

©Susie Clevenger 2022

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