Anyone who grew up near the water knows the wild, untethered dance of water, knocking you down, spinning your ankles skyward and sending you tumbling, churning, seeking breath as sand scratches, burning against your back.
We look at abuse and neglect in a very narrow black and white way, there’s good touch and then there’s bad touch. We want to believe that where’s there’s love there can’t be harm. And where there’s harm, love isn’t possible. But Greenwood’s novel depicts the opposite for us, showing us where love cuts through the cracks of very dark and damaged places.
I’ve been called aggressive.
This is probably the worst thing you can call a woman. Besides Cunt
can’t tell you how fucking stressful this is. To look at your sensitive fiddle leaf fig with scissors hidden behind your back. To them, it is just another day staring at the sun, but you know in your heart what’s about to happen.
Today’s Tarot Study pull was 6 of Cups, who almost always brings along her sister card, 5 of cups. Together they are tender and welcome blooming of the heart after a harsh drought.
And when you’re indecisive and especially when you’re in mourning, sometimes you need to sleep on it. When I woke up I had the clarity that I am an extremely crafty and capable person and the most meaningful symbol would most definitely something created with my own to hands.
Anyone whose been to Maui could tell you that the moment you get off the plane the wind greets you with a big warm hug and whispers into your ear “I love you so much already.” I would come to know this wind like a watchful elder who chooses their words carefully and are not to be ignored.