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Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.
The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.
The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.
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~Have a wonderful Holiday weekend my friend !! Love & Hugs Balor~Late summer days are perfect now, sunny, calm, serene
While Mother Nature changes clothes to tint our summer scene.
The gauzy purple twilight envelops every night
While streaks of peach and flaming orange hide sunset from our sight.
Wildflowers on the forest edge sway in gentle breeze
Soon they'll shed their blossoms too, as summer takes her leave.
Next phase is Autumn's sleight-of-hand with colors bright and true
'Til Mother Nature's restless hand wipes them all from view.
Savor these sweet tranquil days they're certain not to last
We'll wish we had them back again when feeling Winters blast.
Summer Sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
May the warmth of his golden rays
Spread magic brightly through your days.
In Honour of Alban Hefin (the Summer Solstice/Litha)
Love and Hugs, Gwen

Thank you for the message...but don't feel sorry...work is important....even when you cannot be here very often...you will be also in my my mind. Have a happy Strawberry Full Moon Blessing!!View All Comments