MS-0024 · The Overture · card 3 of 7
Manna
He is fed before he knows to ask, by something that never explains itself.
- Element
- Air
- Tense
- Before
- The hand
- That has not yet learned to close
The card
He lies on his back with his mouth open, and small flakes of golden light drift down out of nowhere, settling on the cloud, on his chest, on his cheek, and into his mouth. There is no hand in the frame and no visible source. He is not reaching, not catching, not looking for where it comes from. This card is about being fed by something that asks nothing and explains nothing, and it does not require you to understand it in order to be fed.
To sit with
What do you feel you have to earn before you can receive it?
What has been feeding you that never asked anything back?
