The Charioteer is sitting, contemplating, holding the wheel of possibility and fortune in his hand. He knows a stillness that survives war.
"Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to take me home."
The name sweet Chariot came to me before I looked for the meaning. While that seems backwards, it makes sense. So much about this trip is in reverse.
For example, I have no idea where I'm going, but I've begun saving money and adjusting my life to leave. I'm simply exploring. The world, the people, and myself, and the connection between us all.
"Leap and the net will appear."
The Sweet Chariot. A warrior, sitting in lotus position. Armored, like the crab, protecting the soft and gentle nature within. She holds the power to change her fortune. She is unafraid.
"Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to take me home." A home that comes with me wherever I go. A home right in my very own bones.
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