By Sarah Taylor
Ye gads, this has been a testing tarot reading to sit down and write about today, to the point where tears came to my eyes when I first drew the three cards and laid them out in front of me. The origin of those tears lies somewhere between release and relief — and a guardedness around my heart.
For this week’s reading is beautiful beyond what I was expecting, and I have been wounded enough to give what they offer a double-take and wonder whether I want to make myself vulnerable to them in ways that I have done so before, knowing that vulnerability brooks no discrimination. When we choose to lower our defences and lay ourselves open to beauty, there is a kind of surrender in that which can take us down into the depths as well as up to the heights. When we choose love, we choose both.
Do we want to step out in faith again, Fools that we are?
And now, writing this, I remember what I wrote in an article published on this blog in May:
Isn’t the point that we connect at all? That we are prepared to have an encounter with love that cannot be conducted on our limited terms. That we meet with something that we are not able to rein in and hold to our accounting. And that when we do so, we do it fearlessly and with the acceptance that we may, indeed, fall on our arses? Hell, we might even get hurt.