A young friend wrote yesterday to tell me he has been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Even in the midst of his own troubles he was reaching out to offer me sympathy.
I'm reminded by the little creatures here beside her, offering their small portion of companionship and comfort, it is easy to get so deep in our problems that we can miss those gestures. Comfort is comfort, from whatever its source. I have a small long dog here who has taken to coming over and putting his head on my knee. That involves stopping to give and take a hug. The little notes left here on the blog...There is a lot of value in those things and I appreciate them.
"Comfort was allowed to come to them, rare, unsought, a gift like joy." ~ Ursula K. LeGuin 1929-
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.