Trouble
Yesterday was Friday the 13th. The unluckiest day of the month. A day to watch your back, to look over your shoulder, to search for messages and omens in normally routine encounters. I consulted the tarot first thing yesterday morning and was given a message: watch for things to fall apart. Be prepared for your day to be upended, to topple you from your tower of comfort and privilege, to set you on a fiery course toward destruction. The tower always frightens me when I encounter it. Like most people, I don't need my foundation shaken. Life has been rough enough without that bolt from the heavens, ripping off the roof and dropping me on my head. I have to consciously remind myself that calm comes after the storm. Ripping things asunder only provides opportunity to recover, to reassess and rebuild. And if history has shown me anything, it's that life has knocked me down time and time again, but I always eventually manage to get up, dust myself off, and slowly make the cl...