xviii the moon
And so began my week of lunar confusion. The path I had trodden so casually suddenly faded, hazy, lost from sight. A hollow became a dark ravine and a pebble a looming boulder. At the begining of this lunar confusion I stumbled and struggled to maintain what I thought was my direction, my path. In the middle of the week I grew weary, nearing exhaustion I stopped and looked about me. Really saw the terrain in the moonlight. I made friends with the moonlight and sought out a new path suited to this new light, and this it was that at the end of my week of lunar confusion I had found a new me.
the fool
Oh look at that fool, falling, floundering,...
i the magician
The question is how to put in practice that...
ii the high priestess
The High Priestess knows about...
iii the empress
But how does it feel, how does it really...
iv emperor
But what is power and what does it mean to...
v the hierophant
And here we have it, the symbol of spiritual...
vi the lovers
The lovers have choices they can make,...
vii the chariot
Willpower is a fantastic tool in the tasks...
viii strength
There she goes again, our hero embarking on...
ix the hermit
Always in a state of flux, here comes the...
xi justice
Seen to be done... well, perhaps on TikTok...
xii the hanged man
It is difficult, it would seem, to hand...
xiii death
Oh death, here you are with your melancholy...
xiv temperance
Everything, life is not a cartoon with...
xv the devil
I have heard the devil is an oppressive...
xvi the tower
It was proposed that I built the tower...
xvii the star
It is a lot harder to live hopefully than to...
xx judgement
We are limited in this human body with...
xxi the world
