charity begins at Home.

The Eight of Chalices card suggests that my power today lies in space. I am true to myself and will only regret the chances I don't take to seek or follow my hearts desire. I turn away from or make a clean sweep of that which does not honor or sustain my passion and love, and in this, I am not afraid to be alone. I am empowered to move forward or make space and my gift is letting go.

Letting go is not at all difficult when the One begins to act like the others. The show has jumped the shark; the plot has twisted into the land of trite and overdone; or *insert any metaphor used to describe some shit that just ain't working anymore*. Eventually there comes the zero point, in which one can allow a new story to spring from the void, or play dead...for a moment at least.

I think of thee and them, the Previously Important Ones who told me I wasn't shit. Would never amount to nothing. Those who had the nerve to pity me.

I laugh now, because I am the last one on whom that emotion should be wasted. I am the one that got the better of our interactions. I am the one that rose above each time. That accepted the alms wrapped in barbs, knowing they would eventually relieve my poor spirit. I am the one that siphoned the power invisible to you; you whose lens was too damaged to see. I am the one that gleans and grows and casts the constantly shifting glamour so that the story is never one of 3d predictability, but a study in possibility.

So who is to be pitied here - the seed resisting germination...

or the lily that grows in the valley of the Sun; caught up in the endless Rapture of the bloom?

Posted by Lisa at December 16, 2007 02:43 PM