no filter, shot on iphone. 10 september 2020.
the air is dusty but after a moment you reliase it’s not dust, it’s ash.
another blurred yellow morning. I couldn’t sleep because as the sun comes up the smoke gets worse. my throat catches. I rub my eyes.
no one ever said a transformation would be easy, but I wish it wasn’t quite so hard on those of us not insulated from its worse effects. maybe this is a wake up call & the world will be better afterwards.
maybe it will be much much worse.
everything inverted in my tarot spread this morning. an indicator of confusion. everything turned upside-down & opaque. maybe searching for beauty in the middle of all this is the task at hand.
maybe small, shimmering, moments of beauty is all we have.