well. i could easily open everything i write here with “what a fucking week”, it seems. we are living through hard times, and this week in particular i was feeling like i (and perhaps all of us) needed some gorgon energy.
imagine my surprise when i pulled the ace of cups, nary a gorgon in sight.
i mean, look at this fish asshole! what are they doing, starting a new romance with the moon? this is not what i expected, or wanted, when i picked up this deck! which: i guess i was having some feelings about pulling this card, and trying to say something about it with, you know, everything happening.
but. even now, even with everything happening, there is still room for joy, for fun, for love. and, of course, for poetry.
so this week, darlings, i’m going to leave you with the words of mary oliver, from her poem “Dogfish”:
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this week’s deck: the gorgon’s tarot