Apparently my potential and goal for the year should be the
queen of cups. (I had a tarot reading done the other night, and this was the card that was to represent moi.) It fit. That's exactly who I want to be, and as I peer into my glass it is hard to separate cynicism from intuition. Maybe I've seen enough to know what to avoid? Or maybe the void will fill with more worthwhile things now that I know a bit more about the flow.
Or maybe, maybe each minute of life seems so precious now that it's hard to know how to be the perfect queen of cups. Drink, see, offer, be.
My latest therapy is kittens and living in a beautiful house with lovely people.
My last two nights went to partial waste. Wash your hands, water's gone, weekend's gone.
Boa noite. Drink to worthwhile time, and time not regretted but savored.
