How embarrassing to be shuffling the pack of Tarot cards and have the death card dribble out of the pack onto the floor. It grimaced up at me like a great dark secret.
"Well, not to worry, that just means change, and we knew that was coming," my friend said.
The river of life is constantly moving and sometimes I would like to stop on an island and hang out for a while, but that never seems to happen for very long. Our little island was the farm, but we can't stay here forever. This summer, we will be moving to Cleveland, Ohio.
New house, new friends, new job... all this newness gets old after a while. But, I am thinking that this is it. Maybe this is the last big move. Not that I will ever be anything less than a Nomad, but even a Nomad likes to come back to certain spots now and again.