Posted by deathcaredc on Oct 14, 2025
Hi there, it's been a while. Life, as it does, wound in different directions, taking me away from this project for a bit. It didn't take me away from interacting with death; no, that continues to be constant. But life did take me away from writing about death. What a joy and a pain that is.
Every year, with my therapist, we read tarot before Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new year. They read the cards for me, setting directions and intentions for the year ahead. This years cards punctuated routine as a main thread. Perhaps physical, perhaps mental or emotional; the cards really want me to practice consistency this year.
So, I'll listen. The month of Tishrei comes to a close in a week. The death of a month is always the end for that year, but it always comes around again. The cycles of everything continue. A goal for this year is a post a month, as the routine calls for, as the routine allows.
My last post was just over a year ago. Which makes this a bit of a re-do. The tarot cards, which I mentioned in that post too, nudged me to turn inwards over the last two years. A new direction feels welcome this year, and I also wonder how well I fullfilled the intention last year. In a way, every year is a do-over, a chance to start new. But that is not entirely an apt metaphor; every year, we've experienced a whole year again, and have grown and changed and morphed into the next iteration of the person we are. As humans, we unfortunately experience time mostly in a linear way. Last year is over, next year will come, today and this moment are what we experience.
What I'm trying to say here is that life is full of re-dos. And it also isn't. We don't get a re-do on harms we caused or moments of joy. We remember them and lament them or feel warmth in recalling them. We bring forward the lessons and gratitude from them. And we learn from them, hopefully, and create new moments that will bring more pain, and more joy.
We are imperfect, we are flawed. I listen to tarot cards for direction, but I don't follow them to a T every month. I will continue to make mistakes and share laughs and be late and be on time. Eventually, all of that and none of that will matter. The world will turn, cycles will spin, months will pass by and change the seasons. What will matter is what we loved, what we fought for, and what we built.
So I ask you this month: What are the routines that you will continue to grow, that will continue to grow you? Or, what are the routines you hope to break and start anew?
On this Simchat Torah, as we close out the days of awe and high holidays season, may the rest of the year bring you consistency and comfort.
Chag sameach,
Rae