(Ace of Staves)
I feel wrinkles drawn across my skin. My eyes are darkened. Grey hairs grow in my dyed hair. When did I become so old?
I have two graphic commissions to do, yearbook money to turn in, an annotated bibliography due, etcetera, etcetera. It all seemed fun three days ago. I was so pumped to get those banners finished. Now it feels like I’m trudging through muck. It feels like the day will never end but time just ticks away. The energy’s gone.
The Ace of Staves typically represents a spark of energy, a possibility, like the first embers of a bonfire. Reversed, it’s as if the firewood was doused out. What could’ve been will never be. What was is now no longer. Stagnation, weakness, and depression follow in the shadows. It is the low that follows the high, the yang drawn from the yin, the gloomy night that watches over the shining day.