sweet medicine from 'the tower'

sat cross legged on the floor
finger hovering, hesitating, over ‘submit’
candles lit, the black one i was saving
crystals gathered, my tourmaline necklace
an impromptu ceremony of dissolution

i cannot bring myself to push it
one tiny amount of pressure and it breaks forever
the email, sat heavy in my inbox for weeks
‘action required’
i had to file it out of sight but its not left my mind

why can’t i just do it
this moment, i’ve longed for
after feeling powerless for so long
i have the power to end my marriage
right now

i turn to my cards for comfort
or a clear answer would be nice
something i know they cannot give me
as recently reminded by the heirophant
"you already have all the answers you need"

i shuffle and the tower makes itself known
i break down and sob like crumbling stone
“let go sweet love, let go” it whispers
you will be caught
you will land on your feet

a simple piece of card
with such strength and sweet medicine
to help me surrender
and
submit.

This is a very different type of piece for me, one that poured out in the moment. It’s not perfect or polished but I can actually FEEL these words in my body. Yes it’s raw but my goodness so, so healing.

To me, tarot is art. Art makes us feel. These feelings do not require a name or reason. But something is stirred within.
I recently started painting based on my pulls and, as of today it seems, writing some sort of poetry (?) too. Creating in this way seems to add such a richness and depth to my tarot practice, as well as making it feel so personal and individual to me.

As always, thank you, with my whole heart, for reading. I would so love to hear your thoughts, what comes up for you and if perhaps you’d like to receive more of this type of content.

*In the process of writing this post, I received the email to say that I was officially divorced. Thank you for sitting in this with me.