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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
| I pulled the Hanged One--12--card from the Pholarchos Tarot. Indeed the world is topsy turvy and often without sense. But sometimes we must turn ourselves upside down and inside out to make sense of it all. Here in SW Florida the poinciana trees are in glorious bloom with their fiery orange red flowers. I always associate them with Mother's Day as they generally bloom by them. This mother and grandmother prays unceasingly for my family and friends. So many in sorrow, so many in distress. Prayer I think about you even when I'm not thinking. I go beyond words in my spoken prayers and silent ones sifting them together sprinkling them in the air. Breathing in, there is healing. Breathing out, there is love. I know why I breathe. Pholarchos Tarot--12--The Hanged One--The great river rushes through you. |