Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 13, 2020

4 of Cups: What wildness is the cost of your security? What’s missed by roosting on what is, ignoring what is almost or almost possible? There’s an offering in the offing, just at the edge of your field of feeling. Who convinced you that what you have is all there is? That nothing greater waits for you? That the price of anything else is the cost of it all? Lies meant to keep you small. Look up. The sky’s about to bloom, even if first it falls.