Me, obscured by clouds

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I’ve arrived. I wish I could say that in a more figurative sense, yet my arrival is more a physical manifestation of placing my feet on the ground at my destination. While it is great to be at my home away from home, almost everything went wrong on my way here. I won’t go into it all, but sitting on the tarmac in a jet during a tornado warning wasn’t a particularly good start.

Why did they let us board?

I can’t answer that.

I’m here, and that’s all that matters. I took my jet-lagged, aching body out for a run this morning, hoping to see some old friends, but none were out. There must be a race somewhere today. I limped through 7 miles, and forgot the brilliant haiku that I composed while I waited to fall asleep last night. The one I posted is about half of it, but I can’t remember the rest. Find it here. It’s inspired by a poem by a friend of mine, whom I miss, but I take it in a completely different direction.

4 of Disks: Power. Stability, security, gain.

That’s not at all what I’m feeling today. Perhaps that is meant to be inverted, which would mean fear of loss, insecurity, avarice, greed. I certainly felt powerless during my journey, so I guess just the fact that I’m still standing is a step up. Perhaps this power is still in my future. Perhaps I’ll derive that power from the moon tonight. After all, I am the Priestess, and the moon is my power. I doubt I’ll see it, though, as rain is likely.

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