Woke up feeling out of sorts, in need of...something. It's my mom's birthday and I am smoking ribs and a brisket, so I think that will provide me with some time to sink into tending the smoker so I can clear some of the fog from my head. There's a Hobo Johnson song (if you haven't listened to him yet, please do, he's a fucking gem) with a line that he repeats, "I'm an artist with that certain special something that makes me really really sad because of nothing." I think about that line a lot; it resonates with me.
Before I start prepping meat, I came upstairs to meditate and draw a tarot card for the day. Today's was the Page of Swords. My daily use tarot deck is a Salvador Dali print of the universal tarot, I enjoy it very much. I'll include a photo of the card today. The book that comes with this set is awesome, it has a lengthy discussion about the card as well as a "Practical Advice" section at the bottom. In the practical advice section for today's card, there was another line that resonated with me: The value of a new idea cannot be judged by what is, but only by that which will be. I love love love this concept. Too often I trap myself with the thought of how many ways new ideas don't fit with where I'm at, or may not be well-received. But isn't the point of new ideas to expand the status quo in search of improvements, or truth, or the something I woke up looking for this morning?
I'm going to prep this lovely meat and roll new ideas around in my head as I simultaneously roll smoke.
-Eluria
