The Fool is the only unnumbered card in the tarot. She’s a fool not in the demeaning way we often use the word, but in a way that is both supremely innocent and supremely trusting. With a rose in her hand and a song in her heart, she steps off the cliff into the unknown without a second thought. This is the card… Read more →
“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you think, ‘Man, this hurts, I can’t take it anymore. The ‘hurt’ part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.” ― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running Compartmentalization is a grieving mama’s best friend. Like… Read more →
5 months. Aries to his Scorpio. My heart still feels like a bruise, a heavy thing I carry. I still can’t wear tight clothing. There is still a veil pulled over so much of the day. And yet life keeps living, insists on it, just as he won’t allow me to dwell on the image of his dead face. The… Read more →
