Yesterday was the day of the fool. The fool in Tarot is that blessed one who walks through the world unafraid, the one who, kin to the message of the blank rune, is willing to take an empty-handed leap into the void. Running the sanctuary on a wing and a prayer, I feel as though I am regularly leaping empty-handed into the void.
I sat down today to write about nature spirits, but the fool rushed in instead. “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” I’m not sure that Alexander Pope meant what his quote has come to mean, that fools are reckless, attempting things the wise avoid. I can’t imagine that angels are afraid of anything, and they have wings, after all. What do you think Pope meant?
As for me, I’m going with fools, angels, and nature spirits to help me through this chaotic, often dark, difficult transition time we humans are in right now. This is no time for fear.
Fairy Fawn
