Wheel of Fortune

January 16, 2022

January 16, 2022


Believe XIII


A rare grey, cold blustery day in Naples, Florida. Enjoying the change, I go to the retention pond hoping to catch a glimpse of Sybylla, the veiled mermaid who resides there.

I think of her as "my" mermaid, but she belongs only to herself. I have no idea what the lifespan of a mermaid is. She may be ancient, surely she is not young.

I think about death and mortality constantly these days. I am seventy. My grandson, who is an addict, and self medicated for his mental health problems is twenty-one. I hope to die before him.

Time isn't a resource container to pull from to complete all our to do lists. We enter time and space completely to attend to what really matters.

Sybylla swims to the edge of the pond--her words--nature, family, friends.

I pull on the thread of my soul feel the whole fabric of existence shimmering within.


The Herbal Tarot--XIII--Death--Elder Flower---Transmutation