Hey, look what came up today, our angry man and his horse have made their peace. A good omen I'd say.
The fact that he is carrying the saddle rather than riding the horse reminds me we punish ourselves in many ways or choose odd ways to make amends for behaviors that are unacceptable. The next time I see someone doing something that doesn't make much sense I'll think of this saddle and the beating it took yesterday and how human we all are.
The proverb Googlishly translated? Madman, which goes afootfor the convenienceof the horse.
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's 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.
If I'm missing never fear, I'm next door working on my project