dispatches from the wild interior: September 21, 2020
/8 of Wands: Pattern is chaos cohered into something we can comprehend. A crossroads is sometimes an invitation to look back see what paths you did not take to get here. Fire is its own kind of stability – a light to guide magics by, a series of bonfires to indicate what army to raise. What can you wield that purifies while it builds? If one use of fire is destruction, another is control. Another is to release a flurry of seeds. Something uncohered is coming together at the edge of your vision. Moving closer. You can wait for it to take shape, or you can tempt it into taking form if you find the right offertory lure. What’s the most irresistable offer you can make? What can you lay out that only a fool would refuse?
