Hey folks . . . we’re about to be INUNDATED by all things “pink” in order to “raise awareness” of breast cancer. (If you don’t know, I had breast cancer and I have very strong feelings about the exploitation these pink campaigns encourage.)
Autumn is a liminal time for me, a place where we move from one state of being into another. Most of my life, its been a time of massive energy, a shifting from the languid days of summer into the purpose full days of the harvest. For years the pattern was set by the return to school, with its formalized schedule and targeted knowledge absorption. Then it was office work, where clients themselves would come back from vacations, ready to face their duties again, and bringing me in to assist.
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Every year I do a tarot reading for myself to get an idea of what the coming year might bring. Here it is, presented (as usual) without comment.
What a difference a year makes.
