Sunday, 30 March 2014
White and yellow, green and red
It's funny that I drew the Death card today, because I don't feel that anything is coming to an end, but rather, as if I am waking up from a long blurry sleepwalk.
The figure in the red robe with the glorious white rose behind him seems to be pointing the way down the path for the little yellow butterfly. That's me, fresh and new and just hatched. The 'big bad' is behind me now, turns out he was my friend all along, and he is encouraging me as I make my fragile, fluttery way in the new direction I have chosen. Those sweet, moist little buttery-yellow wings, my little butterfly eyes blinking in the new sunlight, as I move off in the direction of my new day.
I wish I knew where to get my hands on a white rose to display in my home. A white rose and a yellow butterfly.