Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Parched Ground

 Tabula Mundi Tarot ~ 7 of Cups 

Our pleasures are corrupted, we delude ourselves, our visions of greatness are illusions, violence creeps in. 

The parched ground beneath our feet should have been our first clue. If we don't nourish what supports us, all will eventually fail. 

In October I stopped doing my gratitude journal. Last night I opened up the app and it felt like coming home. I have much to nourish me, to help me flourish where I'm planted. A good life is here, if we work at it. Having a barren one is also a choice. 

3 comments:

  1. Gratitude, the Abracadabra of Life. I need to restart my journal of Gratitude. Good reminder.

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  2. Amen. When I'm out of sorts it's usually because I'm looking at life through a straw.

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