A variety of things happened this week, none of which I can disclose here in any detail. But it’s all left me feeling ruffled and uneasy. By the time I finished breakfast this morning, I felt slightly unwell. Just the kind of unwell you might feel if you were very nervous. But I have nothing to be nervous about. Later, as I walked the dog, this image came to me and I jotted it on my phone. I don’t think it is accessible on its own. It’s a description of a feeling. But it could be a dream.
A pack of cards tossed casually so they riff and ripple on the floor - an upbeat medley of colours, numbers & faces - but messy. So messy. Behind me an alarm is sounding chiming and high-pitched. Over and over. It's something to do with the faces those stiff royal smiles - his mace, her unnatural hair. Relax, I tell myself. But the chiming grinds at my neck and I'm rolling my head and shrugging my shoulders and staring. Trying to figure it out - the link. Cards. Alarm. The numbers are spinning now spinning like pinwheels red and black merging and flowering hurting, sickening, deafening. I wrench my eyes away to the floor tiles their comforting tessellation, somebody else's order. The chiming goes on and on and on.
What do you think? Does it stand on its own?