Framed by a saffron sky, she bows her head towards his maw. The Strength Card of the Tarot seems at first glance to be a card about subdual, the art of taming: a floral-crowned androgen pries open a lion’s mouth in a domineering stance I immediately identify with my own daily ritual of trying to remove trash and weird animal bones from my little dog’s jaws.
I pulled the Strength card this morning as I felt my brain searching for foothold in mist both collective and personal. I want a symbol. An image. A star by which to navigate.