From Roza’s deck
Five of Cups
loss · grief · regret · remaining hope
Three cups spilled, mourned — but two still stand behind you.
Reversed, it falls differently: Grief releasing its grip; turning toward what remains.
For the heart: Mourning what was lost in the bond; two cups still stand — see them.
For bread and coin: A setback stings; salvage what survived and rebuild from it.
For the road ahead: Grieve honestly, then turn around — not all was spilled.
A card on a page is a word, child. A card your own hand draws is a sentence. There is a difference.
Every dawn one card waits face-down on my table — come and turn yours. Or bring the cards a full question: the table is there.