One of my sweet chickens, Bea, has a bad cold.
Chickens are surprisingly affectionate if you spend time with them. They’ll follow you around the yard, make little trills when you talk to them, and sometimes even settle into your lap like a cat. They’re curious and full of personality.
They are also surprisingly fragile.
There are a million posts online about the sudden death of people’s sweet hens. I know chickens can have long and happy lives, but it’s always in the back of my mind that they might not be around very long.
So, I’ve been watching her carefully. Giving the vitamins and medicine and love. Hoping she’ll pull through.
And like so many moments in life, this one is asking me to loosen my grip. To soften around the edges of control.
Because that’s the real thing, isn’t it?
We never really had control. Not of outcomes. Not of timelines. Not of other people’s stories or bodies or choices.
It’s something I’ve been sitting with, not just because of Bea, but in the larger field of everything. So much suffering, it seems, comes from the push… the grip… the squeeze to control what can’t be controlled. To want things to be a certain way, when more often than not, they aren’t that way.
Yet, that’s where our suffering thrives.
What would it feel like to take aligned action and still release the outcome?
What if softness is a kind of strength?
I hope the cards speak wisdom to you today. I love this beautiful deck.
xo
Natalie
The Cards
deck: Tarot of Mystical Moments
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