Dispatch from the Wild Interior: November 16, 2020

King of Pentacles: An apple split in half is still an apple. A king without a throne is still a king. Over what are you sovereign, whether or not that sovereignty is affirmed by the world? What grounds you in your inborn, innate power? What reminds you of your godparts, all the starstuff spangling the red in your veins? Feel how your heart opens when you open your wings. That’s the posture of a king.