And Henry asked, "And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?"
Today in the mail arrived one of my Amazon tarot books (shiny and beautiful), my Lap Harp Case (sadly, broken, and also...a lot less substantial than the picture makes you think), and a card from my girlfriend.
She's fallen out of love with a Goddess Deck and as surprise she was sending me a card for my Fire Altar, which is amusing, because surprise in her world is to tell me of it while it's amid being sent. She's a little impatiently adorable like that. Mostly, I was settled on being very moved she wanted to send me something for it.
I opened it, curious and unconcerned. Eyes glancing over the picture (the goddess Pele, Divine Passion, half dressed, with her head thrown back in rapture, in parallel with an exploding volcano) and quote at the bottom ("Be honest with yourself: What is your heart's true desire?").
My heart shuddered, car forgotten, and I remembered. I doubt she did. I hadn't earlier. She'd even told me which goddess days ago. But suddenly, oh, I remembered.
With the force of an exploding star inside of my chest. Of faith and fate and all the tiny strings in the web that ripple around two of us. Back then, back on the same day I had newly acquired my Springfest tent, after the first kiss but before all the letters at Springfest, before everything else.
Back when one card and one question had one answer that only led to five million other questions. And here it is, again in my hands, the universe altered through love and knowledge and hardship, and the same question. The same answer.
There she is, my Anam Cara, part of the very heart and soul and magic of me.
She's fallen out of love with a Goddess Deck and as surprise she was sending me a card for my Fire Altar, which is amusing, because surprise in her world is to tell me of it while it's amid being sent. She's a little impatiently adorable like that. Mostly, I was settled on being very moved she wanted to send me something for it.
I opened it, curious and unconcerned. Eyes glancing over the picture (the goddess Pele, Divine Passion, half dressed, with her head thrown back in rapture, in parallel with an exploding volcano) and quote at the bottom ("Be honest with yourself: What is your heart's true desire?").
My heart shuddered, car forgotten, and I remembered. I doubt she did. I hadn't earlier. She'd even told me which goddess days ago. But suddenly, oh, I remembered.
With the force of an exploding star inside of my chest. Of faith and fate and all the tiny strings in the web that ripple around two of us. Back then, back on the same day I had newly acquired my Springfest tent, after the first kiss but before all the letters at Springfest, before everything else.
Back when one card and one question had one answer that only led to five million other questions. And here it is, again in my hands, the universe altered through love and knowledge and hardship, and the same question. The same answer.
There she is, my Anam Cara, part of the very heart and soul and magic of me.