A wanderer’s life is a one of perpetual transition. I find myself constantly shifting between lives – letting go, letting in, holding on. Some people I want to hold onto, but life’s forcing me to let go. Some stories lay open and unfinished – leaving me wondering if I’ll get to write another page someday. Other tales survive life’s hard tests of time and distance – the chapters still unfolding; a story without an end.
The Two of Cups is an odd card. To me, it always looked like a prom date from 400 years ago. Boy meets girl at a party. Maybe they connect. Maybe they don’t. But exactly what is it that connects two people and repels two others? What is it that causes a particular person to rouse certain emotions in us while the large majority of people we meet are nothing but strangers all on the same life journey?