Nine of Coins

In her hand — a falcon. Freedom and control. She has bought her entry into paradise with the paradox of the mother. How does your garden grow? Responsible for all and yet with power over none. Hers are the weeds and hers are trees. Is it for her they grow? The breeze, is it for her it blows? They will move as they are moved by love. She has taught them this. With every kindness, every kiss, with every gift. It is loving, not being loved, that heals us. To love a free thing that returns to you in love? This is to be rich.