This morning I made a cup of coffee and wrote in my journal. I told it my worries and hopes and complaints and then I closed it shut. I set my coffee cup on top, to hold the pages down. To keep the words in. To keep them contained. And then I lit a candle. I lit another because one didn’t feel like enough. I asked Spirit to meet me.

I pulled three cards from the tarot deck: Maturity, Patience, Flowering. And I thought about flowers. How flowers require patience and patience is a type of wisdom and how maturity is a merging with what is. A merging with the flowers that bloom and die and bloom again. The truth of impermanence. The fragility of life. The beauty therein.