I am feeling sad today—I know that sounds ambiguous but I know of no other word than sadness to describe it. Sad about the world, to the extent that it doesn't matter much whether I am in it or not. Sad about Nora, about Annie, about the old man who lives down the street for 51 years that I met for the first time today. Bill—his name is Bill and he worked for Citizens Bank for 58 years. Sad about Rachel who is 72 years old, can't live off of social security, and can't keep a job because she's a difficult employee who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. Sad for the blue jay with the injured wing—half of one wing seems to be missing. I first saw him a couple of months ago and hoped that he would survive. He has been returning occasionally to eat seed that falls from the feeder onto the ground. He can only hop and become airborne for short distances. For some reason, I am most sad about the blue jay.
My tarot card today was death meaning transformation, inevitable endings, completion, loss, finality.