I haven't been angry out loud for a long time. I'm making bread, tidying store cupboards, whirling around libraries, talking my throat hoarse, writing postcards, eating pancakes, planning trips, waiting for plans, watching True Romance and not playing Solitaire.
The loathly lady crept into bed with him and he cowered away from her hideous appearance. But when he woke in the morning, there before him was the finest drop of blood there ever was, from the beginning of the world to the end of the universe...
- taken from today's lecture, 'The History of Tales'
When upright, the Ace of Cups stands for the commencement of creative or artistic projects and all the positive powers of the unconscious mind. I don't do tarot, but I'm tipping my cup to inspiration, enlightenment and an end to apathy.
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