dispatches from the wild interior: September 22, 2020

7 of Swords: You’ve been here before. This isn’t your first circus, first rodeo, first time around a knife. What is rightfully yours? To what lengths would you go to retrieve it? There’s nothing inherently sacred about sacrifice. Most martyrs are not saints. Maybe you surrendered something essential thinking it would make you holy or loved or safe. Maybe you gave too much away and need to scan the fields before you to see where what you abandoned was planted, march or sneak into the green and gold and gather from that yield. In the myth, are you the apple, the woman, or the snake? Is it wisdom or something else at stake? Ignorance is a paradise you can only leave one time. What is it you are missing? What harvest is at hand if you choose the right tool and time for reaping?