Steventon's High Priestess has been many things to many people over the eons, made of myths and Goddesses across spiritual paths to become whole again as Sophia, or Wisdom.
I'm remind by this culmination of wisdom, we see the surgeon this morning. Everywhere you look you see pink ribbons indicating funds going into cancer research. In this blog a few months ago I said I was sick of pink ribbons, they've sunk to nothing but a marketing icon. Then I walked into my favorite quilt shop and discovered the owner was battling breast cancer. So I've shut up about the pink ribbons, and now I'm expecting to benefit from that self-same research dollars. Dr. High Priestess, I hope you know your stuff and hold all the accumulated wisdom of my newly acquired tribe.
I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to
me, 'This is going to take more than one night." ~ Charles M. Schulz 1922-2000
The cards open previously closed doors to my own heart with their merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.