MONDAY, 19 OCTOBER

TODAY'S CARD

FIVE OF CUPS

 

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the five of cups is the card of looking hard at what was lost, and it arrives on a monday in late october, when the mornings are darker and the house takes longer to warm up.

grief has a way of living in sound. a song in the supermarket, a voice on an old message you have not deleted, the particular quiet of a kitchen where someone used to keep the radio on. you can be fine all week and then four notes undo you by the frozen peas.

this card does not ask you to stop looking at what is gone. it asks you to notice that you are standing with your back to what is still here, and that both can be true in the same morning.

on a monday, when everything wants restarting at once, the gentlest place to begin is the first few minutes of the day, before the phone and before the list. what you let into those minutes tends to set the tone for the rest.

what is worth leaning into today: a few quiet minutes before the day gets its hands on you. something that steadies you, played low with your eyes closed.

what is worth staying away from: filling every silence so the missing voice has nowhere to land. the quiet is hard, and it is also where you hear yourself again.

my advice for today: choose one sound for this morning on purpose, a song you love or plain silence, and give it your full attention for a few minutes before you start.

is there a song you still cannot listen to, or one you play on purpose to feel close to someone. i would like to hear which.

 

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/ a reflection

the radio that nobody turns on anymore

a house changes its sound after a loss. it is often the first thing people notice and the last thing they mention.

the footsteps on the stairs at a certain hour, the cough from the other room, the door that always stuck, the television someone left on too loud. when they stop, the silence keeps the shape of what used to fill it.

some people rush to cover it with the news or a podcast, anything with a voice in it. others leave it exactly as it is, as if changing it would be a betrayal. neither is wrong, and most of us swing between the two.

i keep wondering what your mornings sound like now, and whether they sound the way you chose or simply the way they ended up.

tell me one sound your house has lost, and one it has gained since. you do not have to explain either.