dispatches from the wild interior: September 19, 2020

Two of Cups: Every celebration has a shadow. Every grief has an interior joy. What we study becomes us, so best choose well to what ends we put our attention. An offering is not a promise, which is why we look each other in the eye when we lift a glass in remembrance or rejoicing. What have you been offered, and what did you promise the world in return? Here’s a practice: pour yourself a chalice of something delicious and bring it to the mirror. What can you look yourself in the eye and celebrate about your existence today? And what do you have to thank for that grace?