I realize now that this week’s pattern of the Cardinal Grand Cross is going to play a part in my life that has nothing at all to do with diet or exercise or how much I intend to focus on personal projects. It has much more to do with fully recognizing what I cannot control and learning when to completely let go, not just from the feelings but from what is harmful and toxic in my life. Sounds like old news, right? it is. While it may be painful to face what hurts, there is such beauty in clarity.
The door has always been open,
I have forgotten that it can close.
The hinges are rusty from disuse
Despite the many woes,
From allowing the storm to darken the step
Without any sun behind it,
Hammering down upon the frame
And weakening its fit.
There exists no lock or key
Yet the door has to shut
It creaks and moans against it hinges
Disliking the movement but,
It settles in safe and secure and the doorknob can still be turned
On a day when the storm clears and the sun shines again
On the truth that must be learned.