Once, when Brigid was wandered far from home to feed her flock in a wet season, she was caught by a rain shower that made her soaking wet. When she arrived home in a soaking cloak she mistook a sunbeam for a pole, and threw her cloak over it in order to dry. Amazingly, the sunbeam supported her wet cloak. A bishop who saw the incident was impressed. His servant tried the same thing, but the soggy cloak from the bishop fell in a puddle.
Story from Amber K and Azrael Arynn K. Candlemas: Feast of Flames, Llewellyn, 2003.
1. Where I am, having wandered far from myself.
2. When rain falls on me there; when grief and sadness comes over me, making me soaking wet.
3. When a sunbeam takes over my grief and sadness, and I come home in myself.
Today I have drawn card 2, with the question of the grief and sadness that befalls me there (card 1). The card that I have drawn is the Hermit from the Victorian Romantic Tarot.
I feel alone, I am doning things on my own, I feel isolated, and I am asking for the meaning of 'it all' (which is never a good sign). Ah well, it is not that bad. Writing this entry cheers me up. There is the sunbeam already, which is all wrong, because that is my card for tomorrow.