Fallow

He spins the card, bright with marigolds, to face me. “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before – what if you let yourself be sad?” Looking at the card is easier than looking at him. “I tried,” I say. “I should be done by now.”

Column: Tending the Altar

This is why I tend my altars so often: things change. I have a tendency to forget things that I do not put my hands on occasionally.