My card is The Fool
Standing on the edge of a cliff
eyes fixed on the sky
dog at his side, barking a warning.
The Fool believes there is unlimited potential in every moment
Faith rules if I follow my heart
Yesterday I left a bowl on the table’s edge
It toppled and shattered.
Now I hover over a precipice
The edge of new beginnings
I am not a bowl.
This article appears in March 2016.








