Labor Day Tarot Reading

That moment when the plumes of frankincense and myrrh curl around you as you sit, crosslegged, on the grass within the brick circle in the backyard; and the sound of the fountain's falling water mingles with the jingle of the wind chime; and the chickens and the doves and the crows are calling; and the cats are stalking each other through the grapevines; and the leaves of the cherry tree rustle; and you turn over the last Tarot card -- and it's The Devil -- and you laugh and laugh and laugh because you can hear Madame Cleo saying, "But ya knew that already, didn't ya?"

And you lean on the pillows you've brought out -- because sitting crosslegged on the grass within the brick circle makes your right ankle fall asleep, so you have to shift position -- and you reread all those tarot books you bought in the '90's to make sure you've remembered the cards' meanings properly.  And the books and the cards reaffirm:  you're where you are today because of the choices you made yesterday, and the reason you're going through a Dark Night of the Soul is that you've been focused on the Material.  So work hard on what you do, and keep in mind the things that feed your spirit.