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.
Happy Spring time!
The sky outside my window looks more like fall: formless gray and monochrome. None of the bright blue and distinct Austin, TX clouds. It looks like a day from my past.
A decade ago on a day like this, I’d be heading to the local Irish pub to begrudgingly drink the Murphy’s (they wouldn’t carry Guinness) and sing along goofily with The Irish Descendants (who are probably less Irish than me!).