I’m firmly in the rest and recuperation portion of this journey. Ten of Pentacles reversed warning me not to rock the boat, stay still and refill my cup for real. The snow-covered conifers in reverse look like icicles ready to crash and fall at the slightest vibration.
That’s my challenge for the day; I’ve always had a hard time with enforced or imposed stillness. When I don’t feel like I was offered a choice suddenly I want to do all the things, complete all the task and goals, anything but be still and know.
Here’s to hoping I learn better.