This week the devil might have a hold of our minds…there is a certain painful situation that our thoughts keep coming back to again and again and again...but...you know how if you take an ugly picture you can't get mad at the camera because it just records what it sees…?
It's like that. No matter what sort of filter we put on the matter, it's just ugly and it is what it is. And since hindsight is 20/20 and we're addicted to looking, we are seeing certain aspects so clearly that its as if we're seeing them for the first time. And it's um...horrifying…?
Welp. All we can do is face forward and leave Medusa alone. If we need to take one last look, we shouldn't do so directly...we can just use a mirror to glance over our shoulder, lest we stumble and turn to stone. As soon as we gather the strength to leave our plagues behind, a whole new adventure will leap toward us. This new beginning is a palate cleanser, to help us get the taste of the big bad past out our mouths.
I feel like this is the perfect place for a swallowing metaphor but dammit I'm trying to be better. Makes me think this week we might be a little down and dirty one more time.
Just one more time.
a monthly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)