Reverse Princess of Pentacles




No crystal ball. Just an ordinary office and hidden in the back of a drawer somewhere. Between appointments, and making sure the office door is closed, he pulls a single card from the shuffled deck. “Is it just confirmation bais?” he wonders, as he reads about a possible loss of funds and getting stuck in laziness. After a morning of being splashed with the ice cold water of his accounts, and talking himself into a more energetic state, it’s a good question.

The card is also about the importance of the creativity and play that should follow hard work. “What am I doing now?” he asks, “Why did I get out the deck? To look for inspiration for creative writing.”

in a shady corner
a jungle of bright comfrey
and the sound of bees

Richard Rohr said that God loves things by becoming them. The Bodhisattva Gadgadasvara vows to appear as whatever is needed to enlighten us. In Shintoism they believe that after one hundred years human made objects gain a spirit. 

hazy moon
an owl calls into the night
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