Dispatch from the Wild Interior: November 12, 2020
/3 of Pentacles: Sometimes the wishing is the work. Or the work is to remember how to wish, how to hope a thing into being, or into starting to be. Possibility always precedes reality, as thought comes before form, dreams before daring. How can you imagine the stars into alignment? What forces do you feel coming to your aid, tethering your feet to the earth and lifting your chin to the sky, the limitless up? What can you offer them to enlist their gifts, to persuade them to stay?
