The magician
If I had to identify the least spiritual moment of the week, it would probably be this morning—although, on second thought, there isn’t a single workday that can feel magical at 8:40. I’m making nice progress with the cards—though given that I’m supposed to be finished by now, that doesn’t mean much. Still, I have a connection with almost all of them; there are maybe four I have never drawn. That feels weird, both statistically and spiritually. But I won’t linger on that now, because I want to talk about the Magician, with whom I’ve rarely met. It’s time to take a closer look, though, because doubts and confusion are still poisoning my mind. There’s no particular reason for the inner turmoil—it’s just the usual: sometimes the ground shifts beneath me. Anyway—back to the Fool, who (once again) sets off without the faintest idea of what they are getting themselves into. Who is not? After that first sparkle of spontaneity, s/he begins to list their options and resources. We can...
