This deck has my number this week...trauma, dissolution, rebuilding. Except I'm not rebuilding. The closest I've come to even trying is making two power sticks and getting them placed yesterday.
Alligator was a compatriot of the dinosaur, and now, after 65 million years is bordering on endangered species. After 65 million years...losing to shoes and bags. I'm reminded by this card sometimes rebuilding is too difficult when trauma and drama are the only reward. I turn my face to the wall.
"Nature has set upon him the process of decline and dissolution by which she removes things which have survived their usefulness." ~ William Graham Summer 1840-1910
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