the only thing you are likely to break is everything because it is a dangerous venture

Since I've gotten a bit out of practice at both tarot and making sense, I've been drawing daily cards again for the last week or two. Yesterday was the second day in a row I'd drawn this card (same position) in a row. I'm obviously missing the point, and I don't know how to read it. Upright I would get: isolation, confusion, stagnation. But reversed is supposed to be breaking free, a release of tension. If this current energy is moving, I don't feel it. I can't seem to divorce myself from my own perspective right now.

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This morning, of course? The devil card. That at least makes sense to me. I have a very clear association with that card.

Just showing off two of the veggie beds. I know it looks like a big jumble, and it is, but I'm doing some experimenting this year with companion planting and an eastern Algonquian Indian-style structure. I know it's probably dumb to be planting based on a people that notoriously shunned agriculture, but 1491 had some interesting things to say about it. It isn't that they weren't agricultural, it's that their gardens didn't look like English gardens, so they weren't recognizable. Plus they were nomadic often, so it made sense to plant certain things in certain areas that they would be in for part of the year, and other things other places. 

When my brother and I were cliffclimbing at Elkhorn, he pointed out to me a strange little ledge. It was about 10-15 foot of sheer rock wall, and then a "shelf", then more rock wall. A pretty easy climb for a human, but not something a deer would easily access. There almost seemed to be handholds in the wall. We climbed up and found the shelf covered in bush after bush of wild blue berries, the ground carpeted in native rattlesnake orchids. He said they had medicinal properties, particularly had been used to cure snakebites. (Elkhorn has a healthy population of rattlers, although as many times as I've been out there, I've only encountered one, and he was sweet and wanted nothing to do with my bare legs.) I don't know enough about it to say that it really had been some kind of antique wild garden once, but it was a pretty convenient little hidey-hole. Sitting up there with a view of the whole back valley, totally invisible from the ground, with medicine and sweets, you could see how someone once could have loved that spot.