Loveday Funck  Fairy Surreal Art

The Three of Swords warns us of pain, of upheaval, of the emotional toll of chaos. We are in a storm and clinging desperately to whatever we can find to sustain us. We survive moment to moment, just trying to make it to the other side of the storm. My life of late feels like a watered down version of this truth. My life has become chaotic. I've become a cat in mid leap, suddenly uncertain of where and when she is going to be able to land. Some people thrive on chaos. Som

I dreamt that I was deep in the forest as a wandering child. The forest was bitterly cold. The snow crunched under my feet as I pushed my way through the undergrowth and toward the cottage of the Crone. I've never known the cottage to be empty, but as I pushed in the front door, the rooms were dark and cold. I moved to the hearth which always has a cauldron bubbling merrily over a crackling fire. This time there was no fire, no cauldron. I shuddered in the cold. I was sh