11/27 - 11/29
Swords and sons
11/27/17
The weather was beautiful today. I went to the park to enjoy the autumn leaves, but all I could think of was death and decay. How they normally lead to new beginnings, but with me it’s just this never-ending almost death. August and I still don’t know what that thing in the house was the other day. Even Hellbunny doesn’t know. I’m researching though, I’ll figure out.
After I got home I read August his card, Ace of Swords. It’s a good card, another one that suggests letting go and embracing new beginnings. August took my hand after I read it and fed on my energy. I’ll never get used to that cold.
“New beginnings, right?” He smiled his weird crooked smile. I shivered.
11/28/17
“You got the Son of Pentacles reversed.”
“What?”
“The Son of Pentacles reversed.”
“Oh?”
“It means you’re easily distracted lately.”
“Hey, do you think that thing in the house was some kind of ghost dog?”
11/29/17
“Father of Swords.” I rolled my eyes at August.
“An opinionated, overbearing, dark haired man is causing problems in my life?”
“Probably self referential in your case.”
“What are you saying?”
“Oh, nothing. Can you pass me the honey?”
