I’m feeling unloved. Yes, I know you don’t know me, but with very few exceptions, you have been liking my posts and following me, and not saying anything. Let me know, make me feel it in my panties (which are black today, like my mood), or maybe not. Don’t just say I love you. That is meaningless. Speak to me. Speak to my soul. I’m out on my travels, and maybe I’m a little homesick.
I’m pouring my being onto the page for you, but all I hear is the wind. I’m not saying I don’t like the sound of a nice breeze, especially on a hot day, but I am of fire and water, and I need to sweat a little.
Just humor me, and I’ll leave you alone if you want.
Today’s haiku: Hollow
For those who missed it, i.e. everyone, yesterday’s EJO: 33. Anchoress
Today’s card: 4 of Swords. Truce.
It can mean rest at relaxation, meditation, or contemplation. My sources mostly leave it there, but I also think of it as stasis. If you are in a truce, you must be careful. You may be in the interstice between battles or strife. Don’t break the terms or you might be back at it. In the Thoth Tarot deck, you see 4 swords point to point, finely balanced. This relaxation could be temporary and fragile. Make sure you have recuperated adequately, before risking disturbing the balance.
Grab your sword, Bill, it’s back into the breach!