This piece is coming from a different place than originally intended. I intended grace, distance. A put-togetherness. My regular queen-of-swords antics. Not today. After this week’s events, I don’t have the normal emotional buffer that I rely on as an empath. The one I speak about at the beginning of my piece this week on littleredtarot.com.
A few weeks ago I was staring at my computer screen with lump in my throat and a feeling of impending doom. I was finishing a piece, intended for Beth Maiden of littleredtarot.com, that I had started a few weeks ago about mental illness and entrepreneurship. I couldn’t bring myself to finish it the first go around. So there I was, with a lump, the doom feeling, and the big question: just what was I trying to say when I started? I did what any self respecting tarot blogger might do. I got out my cards. Continue reading