10. The Wheel of Fortune
The turn that was never random
You’ve had days when everything shifted without warning. A door closed. Another opened. The warmth inside stayed the same, but the world rearranged around it.
That’s Wheel of Fortune. The spark riding the cycle. The hidden fire knowing up and down are the same wheel.
You’ve felt it in the unexpected call that changed the year. In the loss that made room for something truer. In the ordinary Tuesday that suddenly felt like fate.
The wheel doesn’t punish or reward. It turns.
Upright, Wheel of Fortune is that clear pivot. The day change felt like grace instead of chaos. The warmth trusting the motion.
Reversed, the turn feels stuck — clinging to the top, dreading the bottom, or spinning without direction. The spark is still centered, only waiting for the grip to loosen.
Either way, the wheel keeps moving. It waits for no one.
A gentle folly prompt for when the path feels heavy: Flip a coin for one small decision today — coffee or tea, left or right turn, yes or no to the invitation.
Feel the spark shrug and smile.
Wheel of Fortune doesn’t ask you to predict. It asks you to ride.
And you’ve felt that motion before — the quiet certainty that what turned was exactly what needed to.
~ From the Ridge
The Hermit
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