The Seven of Swords is the perfect representative for the way our world seems to be spinning out of control. I went from an established plan of work: creating art, festival prep, and then selling the art at the market. I felt like I had that part figured out.
In the course of a few days, all that changed. Me and everyone I know in the art world was suddenly out of work; we have no place to sell our wares. I've been thinking on and am planning on trying to vlog and do an online sort of art market. I don't know exactly how it will work but I've ordered a tripod for my cell phone so that's a plan in progress.
That's the thing, though. Just as soon as I thought that I could balance all seven of these swords, the situation continues to change. Suddenly, parts of my normal routine are slipping away (and, yes, I understand why these changes are necessary, but that doesn't make them any easier to adjust to). I can't go to the the gym. I can't go to Taco Tuesday. I can't even make a recreational trip to a New Orleans cemetery as the archdiocese has closed them until further notice.
Everything has changed. I have an armful of swords and I don't know how to use them. I've a pile of festival art ready to go, but no festivals to attend.
I'm working the problem. I am trying to figure out how to mange with too many weapons and no clear target. We will figure this out. We will work the problem and find a solution. We will get through this to the other side.
I will figure out how best to use my sword to my advantage. We will find a way.
We will be reasonable in this unreasonable situation.