In tarot the figure of the hanged man can be seen as the sacrifice of the ego, its trappings, the old beliefs.
It was darker than the first time, so reality had to be cracked open, to let the light enter. It was not a deliberate choice, but we had all to let go a sense of communion that was not there anymore.
We surrendered imperceptibly.
Space and silence unfolded.
We were together and apart.
It was not cold. It was raw.
Grief and tenderness mingled in the shadows.
And love, bright, for I am what I see : that’s the gift of the hanged man.
