Inklings 2021

When I read this deck tomorrow, I may receive a completely different message. The present is impermanent, and the future is pliable like the play-doh I used to mold when I was a child. Our energies are constantly flowing, in wavelengths and vibrations, in merging and radiating lines, and reaching in infinite directions. It is in feeling these auras that I find the closure I need. The bubble gum machine dispenses a single sphere. Blue, I exclaim, meeting the eyes of my mother in the corner of our neighborhood laundromat. Her face forms the same half-smile that I always see when she knows that what I’ve received is what is best for me at the moment. I wonder what blue tastes like, I think, dropping the gumball into my mouth as the sour flavor finds its way around my tongue.