a tale of tarot

The serialized story posted in its entirety... a tale of tarot (serialized piece constructed around the major arcana) I want you to know everything. From the beginning. I want to tell you how I dangled my toes over a cliff; once off a cracked building ledge; twice on the edge of a half tipped chair. See there is nothing I fear about starts. Finishes are an illusion I often dread, this idea of completion. Do you believe in endings? The first time...

judgement. 21 of 22.

judgement Free will is the most powerful tool we are born with. Everyone has it. Most people are just too afraid to use it. Most people don’t know what to do with it. You watched me across the room for two hours before approaching. There was a sadness in your eyes about having to make this choice again. The same choice we face every time. This time I wanted it to be different. So did you. By the time you walked away from your group of...

the sun. 20 of 22.

the sun You and I have always shared secrets. The kind that set you free. We exchange lifetimes of knowing. We alternate. You’re born awake. Me. Then you. I have chosen to make this time an exception. I am telling you everything. I like to think that you’ve considered this in the past, that you’ve wanted to save me. I wouldn’t be telling you all of this if I didn’t know without a shadow of a doubt that it is the only way we will ever...

the moon. 19 of 22.

the moon Regardless of how I try to spend my time alone, your imprint controls my thought processes. Our history carves my actions. The thing is, we both know better. We know we’re only harming ourselves - holding onto death. Refusing to make room for life. We want him to suffer eternally, regardless of what it does to us. You are perfect to me. You are my only understanding of perfection. When we had a child together it was perfect. Our...

the star. 18 of 22.

the star I dove back into my work. Life was more peaceful when he stopped talking to me. I thought of you every day. I told myself it wasn’t constraining me while I burnt patchouli oil and practiced yoga. I told myself it was liberating. For a brief period it felt that way. A client came to me shortly after losing her teenage son to leukemia. I held her hands with closed eyes and talked about how much it meant to her little boy that she still...

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