Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 28, 2020

Four of Pentacles, reversed: What if the source of your stability, the thing on which you and your life balance, were your wildest vision, your dearest dream? What would it mean for your existence to be a projection, an extension, the organic outgrowth of the hope you’ve been hauling around all these years, the thing you might almost dare to call a calling? Can you imagine turning everything on its head so that your life’s driver is what’s possible instead of what already is? Try it for just a minute. And then for four. And then forever.