The sun had dropped in the sky a bit before our Fool shook himself from his reverie. The motion set off a merry jingle of bells which caused his little white dog to pounce at his shoes while barking. He laughed then began to dance a bit so his dog had to run to try to catch the tassels on his shoes.
“Hurry, little friend. Justice told me there would be a man in a tree next. I wonder if he will have a tree house.” The Fool mused as he struck off on the left-hand path. The dog ran quickly after him grabbing at his heel and growling. Continue reading “Musings On The Fool’s Journey: The Fool Meets The Hanged Man”
This is the next installment of my Fool’s Journey. I am simply writing the story as I think it might happen for this eternal wanderer of the Tarot. I hope you enjoy. You can read from the beginning by skipping to the end of this post.
bleary-eyed at the Hermit.
The Fool climbed out of the chariot and stood watching as the Charioteer disappeared in a cloud of dust. Looking down at his dog, he murmured, “I wonder how he knew what I was looking for? Oh well, let’s rest a bit then we can go find this woman and her lion. I’d like to see that, I think.”