This week is tricky..but it won't look tricky. In fact it will look the opposite of tricky...we might feel overbearing and paranoid, guns blazing to even the score with cowboys, only to find them soaking in the tub, holsters tangled in their jeans. We ready to fight but our opponents are on time out, sipping water in the quiet corner.
But silence don't mean they ain't talked that shit before and it don't mean they won't talk that shit again. But right now...this week at least... everybody be cool.
And when the noisemakers start making noise again, we won't have to say anything to defend ourselves, either. This is twister weather. Every single thing finna come back around. All we have to do is pick a spot far from the windows and watch.
Now the reason why the universe didn't hip us to the cosmic tea ahead of time is because tea before its time ain't tea, it's dirt water. Lots of folks out here drinking dirt water too...like I said last week, tastes may vary.
If dirt water is tea served ahead of time, divine timing provides the perfect cup, steeped with patience and sugar cubed for sweet. Oh yes, this tea finna be so sweeeeet.
So matter how feisty we feel, this week we hold our horses. Soon come, that pot finna whistle.
a weekly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)