Seven years
Every seven years, my life takes on changes which alter where I have been and where I am going. In lore at times, seven years is called an “itch”. I don't see it as such after so many periods to observe, a time which what is true to your life remains and what is left to walk beyond becomes distant. I don't fear this time in knowing whatever is to come is just building on what has been, rather than change which will see lesser than in the walk. Yesterday I asked to be shown, what I needed to see. With doors closing behind myself, I opened another and three cards were shown. Starting from the right, One represented my writing in all forms over the years and represented communication thru writing, Second in the center, represented the healing aspects in my life, Third showing communication/counseling through verbal use being used incorporating my own tools of communication. As I looked at the doors, a stream of light in the form of the infinity sign began lacing thro...