The Fool.

What was this meant to be, how was this meant to go? There was a story somewhere in there, something with structure and something worth telling. Now, not so much anymore. Tonight was a mess of words that involved complaining. Something to do with how things never work out the way I was hoping, asking why the hell this always has to happen. It’s a pity, considering the romantic intention. In my head I had it all worked out quite perfectly. So it’s a new beginning. It’s another new beginning. September 19 is the start of spring so there’s that. Way back then at some point the story was still quite interesting. Just before that there was the three weeks worth of being ill thing happening.

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The Fool - Tarot Card.
@ wiki; “In the Rider-Waite Tarot deck and other esoteric decks made for cartomancy, the Fool is shown as a young man, walking unknowingly toward the brink of a precipice. In the Rider-Waite deck, he is also portrayed as having with him a small dog. The Fool holds a white rose (a symbol of freedom from baser desires) in one hand, and in the other a small bundle of possessions, representing untapped collective knowledge.”

So there was spring, and apparently a few other significant events going on on a cosmic scale, stuff that heralded something different to whatever else had been going on before. Something different. Something new. At least in terms of / as far as recent history is concerned. There were a few other nice coincidences, involving our routines. Doing things that we were meant to be doing, have been wanting to do (again). Got a blender so drinking a lot more good food, eating a bit more healthy, bought some yoga mats and started stretching, trying to remember dreams, getting out and dusting off the Tarot deck. Even tried to make it to a drumming circle tonight. In many ways it just makes sense that this time of the year is so much better to set the tone for the year ahead, instead of waiting for December / January. I think it’s something important, worth committing to, building into life, a moment you do cover that ground.

This is that. This is the plan. This is the time. This is it. Might even be worth identifying a couple more landmarks, make a conscious effort to figure out where you are at, where the solar system is at, whether you are in synch or maybe not so much. Might be important especially if / once we start giving the growing stuff a go, growing our own food. Did I mention we took leave? Intend to go on a bit of a holiday, next week. I thought it might be worth making a bit of a tradition out of it, cover the ground annually, you know, do all that stuff I just said should be done. This time of the year is so good for that. So, at the end of September is the peak of when the whales do their thing in Hermanus. They sort of all end up there to give birth etc. Before going back to the South Pole I think. There’s all sorts of convenient taking the time to travel with them along the coast to that point, at this point, stuff to do with symbols and mythology. I guess that’s where it all started, all the warm and fuzzy.

Did it now really? Did I mention we gave up coffee? Just another thing thrown into the mix, one more thing to add to the list of what constitutes our new beginning. And alcohol is out of the question too. These were also part of the plan for a very long time, it’s been on again off again for a while I guess, at last it seems like we are taking it serious, committing completely. Belinda went through a thing involving dairy, I watched from the sidelines, so it’s gone the same route as coffee and alcohol for her, for me not so much, not yet, content to consider it, content to reduce intake of it, content for it to be something that sits on the horizon, something yet to achieve. It shouldn’t be too difficult, i’m 90% there already. Now where was I? Did I mention that yesterday I felt like a fool?

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