The mists make me think of what is yet unformed, what is still in concealment. Yesterday at work, my computer malfunctioned and the usually prompt repair service did not come to my rescue. I don't know if I'll have a computer today either. This brings up fear that it will be noticed I don't need to be there, that the job could be done without my contribution. I had drawn the Hanged Man as my card of the day, so this reversal was in character.
But the obscurity extends much further than work. My dream last night, of a darkened street with perfectly manicured Craftsman homes that ended with an overgrown tangle behind which was my own lovely Craftsman home - which you could not see for the overgrowth. And the overgrowth was also threatening; I was afraid to walk past the ginormous hedges for fear some bogey would jump out at me.
Think immediately of my lack of clarity on the path, my voluminous and unwieldy pile of reading, the study hours I never seem to attend. Can I focus at all any longer?
Found two perfect, glossy, gorgeous ring-necked dove feathers laid before me as if an offering.
Today's card is 9 of Cups.
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