This card showed up for me this morningânot in her lush, cozy garden form, but as a soul-mother howling under moonlight. It wasnât gentle. It wasnât soft. It was raw. She arrived after yet another brutal dream (thanks, PTSD) that left me cracked open before sunrise. And she came with a message:
âYou are not breaking. You are birthing.â
Letâs talk about it.
