If there is one thing this year has taught me, it is the wisdom of the Hanged Man. Sweet surrender, patience and the humility to acknowledge that I know far less than I thought I did only a few short months ago. I am safe in this suspended position, dreaming a new world into existence. It starts with releasing all old ideas and beliefs. It continues with softening, opening, the waiting period as timelines writhe and twist and compete below me. I will not add to the fire or fury; it signifies nothing more than the death throes of the old systems. They scream as they come undone, brick by brick. I am safe, I am held, I am connected to All That Is.