It's far from the beautiful poetry and prose that dominates this post, but this was one of my most life-affirming moments. Recently I've had what I can only describe as a spiritual awakening; I've always had an interest in the natural, spiritual, and esoteric, but it was with grief in my heart rather than faith. Since a certain moment last month that only my beloved knows details of, I still have daily struggles, but a darkness has been lifted from my soul. I now seek and find God in the most mundane. A week or so ago, I decided to give my mate a Tarot reading. Never done it before, and being far from the ancient ways I follow, I went in with a healthy amount of skeptism. All I really expected was a jumble of cards who's meaning I'd have to stretch beyond breaking to find relevance. I was wrong. There were many "aha" moments throughout the reading, for both myself and my mate, but the most interesting message by far came during the 13-card spread for the next year.