Of Water and Earth
Spread for the Collective
Tarot Tuesday
Wait—it’s Friday.
Some might say I’m behind the times. Some might say I’m ahead of my time. Not too long ago I wrote that I was In the Middle.
The truth is that I’m exactly where I need to be, doing the best I can with what I’ve got. And I think the world would be a better place if everyone accepted that as a mantra—and granted everyone else the same latitude.
This is a tough time of year for me. Next week marks the second anniversary of Joe’s transition, but truly my season of grief begins in August (when he was diagnosed), peaks in November, and blends back into life at the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year, yet marking the turn toward days with more light.
For those of my readers who are new to this publication, you’ve probably surmised from context that I lost my husband two years ago. His illness ca…