“Some storms come to test you,” my best friend says. “Other storms show up to clear your path.”
I’m awake in places I haven’t been awake in a long time. I’m alive in places where I’ve been dead for a long time.
“You’re missing it,” he said to me.
“Missing what?” I asked.
“The journey,” he said. “You’re missing it.”
But what is the white rose? Why does it exist? And why does it continue to exist even after Death has left its mark? Perhaps it’s a reminder of purity – that even after all those transient life experiences – there’s a part of us that remains forever untouched.
The Sun is the 19th card in the major arcana. It’s a card that represents finally seeing the light again after a long dark tunnel. It’s about re-finding that part of yourself that’s untouched and unmarked by pain, loss and suffering. The Sun is the Soul. Unlike the transient nature of our human experience, the soul is eternal, unwavering, constant.
The horn sounds loudly. Reminding you that the past is long gone and there’s no looking back. Don’t you dare look back.
This is no candle flame burning softly and tenderly. This is a forest fire bent on annihilating everything and everyone that dares to resist it. I thought I would mourn the passing of things and people that I held so dearly in my heart for such a long time. But instead, I don’t. I accept that things must pass. That nothing lasts forever.