The Morning I Met My Fear in the Cards

There are moments in tarot that linger long after the reading is done—moments where the cards do not just speak, but declare. This morning, as I settled into my sacred space, cradling my deck in hands still warm from sleep, I found myself contemplating a question. Or rather, a whisper of a question. It hovered at the edges of my thoughts, shifting and rearranging itself, eluding definition like mist curling over water