Yesterday the four today the Five of Cups.
The other day I saw my twenty-five year old niece skipping down the walkway from her parents home to her car. I watched her and appreciated the simple joy that is expressed in skipping and wondered when the last time I felt like skipping? When I was about the same age, a long way back down that river. I remember a manager at the place I worked at back in 1980/1981 telling us that times ahead where going to be tough and that we better begin preparing. I was 23/24 and I think I spent a good part of my days skipping to and fro. 'Who cared about tomorrow, when we had today,' a much better place to live from. If I can just turn away from fear, worry, and anxiety and pick up the cups of simplicity and joy maybe I can put some skippity-do-daa in my days.
The Rider Waite-Smith Tarot