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water like a stone

Fri, 22 Dec 2023 19:13:56 GMT

Made it up to Threshold and Erin this year. Apparently this is the only place in the province that has snow; everywhere else got rain and more rain. Overcast grey yesterday but the sun did come up this morning.

The year past: Ace of Wands
The transition: Five of Cups, reversed
The year to come: Seven of Swords, reversed

It's been a struggle of a year, for sure, but ... mostly just different, not bad. And one with progress, I guess, not just fighting against the same things. I seem to be learning after all. Soon will be time to put it into practice.

Peaceful Sunreturn to all.

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"more light!"

Thu, 22 Dec 2022 23:03:51 GMT

More snow on the way tomorrow, saith the weather app, but today out my back window all is blanketed and quiet. Appropriate for an inbetween time.

As it turns out I'm not going anywhere. The buses were all full or flaked out. I briefly considered driving but I'd need to get winter tires put on first, and organizing that plus an eleven-hour drive, with both ends done in the dark, just felt like more than I could handle at the moment.

So I sit at home, with my black-and-white cat who seems to have gotten comfortable and secure enough to bite me when the world is not to his taste. (We're working on finding better ways to express displeasure.) I've scooted some things around and got my sun-lamp out and set up, so perhaps that will help break the depressive slump. I have a mug of tea in one of the large Wächtersbach christmas-tree mugs of my childhood, I have people who care about me. I have, maybe, the mental space to find my way.

The year past: Seven of wands
The transition: Nine of cups
The year to come: Three of swords, reversed

I got this far by relying on myself, and that's gotten me to somewhere I needed to be... but it's also left me wounded. Gonna need some help to heal from that.

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o dark dark dark

Thu, 23 Dec 2021 05:01:47 GMT

It's dark outside and I am burnt out in multiple directions. This is a not unusual state for me. I've a week and a half off from work coming, and perhaps I'll spend more of it lazing around my apartment than I'd planned.

I barely know who I am anymore. I don't know that I'll find myself in Vancouver, either. I just know that I won't here.

It's dark outside and well below zero, and it snowed a foot or so yesterday and last night. Good Sunreturn weather.

The year past: The Star
The transition: Ten of wands
The year to come: Six of pentacles, reversed

A hope come to fruition, at a personal cost. A need for rebalancing, a warning not to focus overmuch on myself or my own material needs and also not to take on too much.

Peaceful Sunreturn.

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in the middle of everything, under no particular spell

Wed, 23 Dec 2020 05:51:21 GMT

I missed Sunreturn last year. I missed a lot of things last year, and this year too. Almost missed this one again.

No Tarot pull this year but the Oblique Strategies told me to Listen to the quiet voice.

I've lit a candle. I'm taking the next two days off from work; I intend to spend them on my own in my apartment, as much as I can.

... fuckit.

The year past: Ten of pentacles, reversed
The transition: Ace of swords
The year to come: The Magician

A failed harvest, for sure. But perhaps I'll learn to learn from my failures. Wouldn't that be something.

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the train may stop, but the line goes on

Sun, 23 Dec 2018 05:56:42 GMT

Another longest night past. I'm told it gets brighter from here, though.

Winter up north is better than winter in Vancouver. There's light, for one thing: less daylight but what there is is dazzling against the snow.

It's been a downhill slide since the equinox. Here's hoping it turns around.

The year past: Four of cups
The transition: Death
The year to come: Eight of pentacles, reversed

Well. Harsh and abrupt change, from a lack of foundation to a lack of ... foresight, maybe. Great.

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how the light gets in

Fri, 22 Dec 2017 20:08:52 GMT

Cloudy yesterday. Cleared up by evening, and there were stars. Today it's more bright than cloudy.

I'm beginning to develop Sunreturn traditions, beyond just ("just") acknowledging it.

The year past: Queen of swords
The transition: Six of swords
The year to come: Knight of cups

The journey's internal, or maybe from the external to the internal.

It's been a hell of a year.

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