Up: [[0 - Fool]] Created: 2024-12-18 The Fool doesn’t ask what is past the edge — and what some might call The Wrong Direction. He simply smiles and continues toward the beginning — Barefoot. Grinning. A rucksack the size of a honey hive. A walking stick. Pockets full of maybe. A shining, walking sacred energy. All day, I feel as if I might step off the world. All day I put my faith in laugher. All day I notice how in moments of terror lives also the chance to be extravagant with my joy. > [!user] [[Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer]] from daily email, [[2024-12-18]]. Also available online at [A Hundred Falling Veils](https://ahundredfallingveils.com/2024/12/18/after-wendy-pulls-the-fool-for-me/)