Tea Leaf Telling

I read my tea leaves and saw a circle materialize. 

☁︎ It was a dusting of flowers, a momentary wreath pulled together by the winds of fate. And for a brief moment everything settled: it felt concentric and complete....

♠︎ only to then fan itself into two flowers. Strange ones, growing fully but downwards, as though the entire world were inverted, not uprooted, just reversed.   

☽ They then morphed into constellations, rotating rabidly and rapidly, morphing and twirling and shifting, all while maintaining their orbit around the same dirt from which the flowers had grown (or perhaps the dirt which grew from the flowers). 

❍ And then formed the final image: a mysterious and inviting hand; welcoming me into the madness. 

My Interpretation:

☁︎ I think this is a beautiful menagerie of what is to come. The chaos and magic, which paces and portends, settling gracefully into the ever changing. 

And I think I should commit myself to each phase. To enjoy the current feeling of completion and settlement, while anticipating it's incoming unsubtle shift.  

♠︎ And that perhaps my world may turn upside down, but to remember that it's still growing.  

☽ And to root myself to that growth, because the world will begin to whirl around me, but will not throw me.

And that is what I know. 

❍ I've been welcomed in; let's see where it takes me.