This reading feels like a reflection of where we’re at here in England just now, after the sudden change of rules around the Christmas holiday period. It’s hit a lot of people quite hard, I know, and upended a lot of hopes and plans.
I’m not going to make light of that, because heaven knows it’s been a hard year, but it would be remiss of me not to pick up on the Fool’s presence at the centre here. I think in spite of the expectations and the disappointments that surround it, the Fool asks if we can find a sense of possibility in the circumstances before us. Can we make the best of where we find ourselves, and step forward with even a tiny bit of hope?
I hope, this week, that you can. I wish you all a happy, healthy, peaceful break x