So while I was impatiently waiting for work to be done today so I could get home and bleed another memory onto the blog, I had a flash vision of myself, seated daintily on a boulder on the side of a very tall and very dark mountain, holding something like a small mirror at arm’s length while I looked at my visage this way and that.
It was a very high femme action which was the only clue I needed to realize I wasn’t in Kansas anymore, because once I manage to get a strip of eyeshadow on each eye evenly, I don’t bother with looking into a mirror for the rest of the day unless BBQ sauce is involved.
I was able to move the point of view to look over my preening self’s shoulder. It was a curious mirror she/I held. Almost a perfect rectangle with rounded corners. I assumed the vision had little to no light source, because nothing was being reflected off the mirror.
But then I looked again at what she/I was holding and I realized, that’s no mirror.
It’s a tarot card.
It’s the Empress.
The card representing the Path of Daleth, my next (bastardized) Tree of Life challenge.
And the card representing Venus.
This is gonna hurt, I just know it.