For months I have been struggling with a profound sense of disconnection from my Gods and spirits. So the moments when I do get something more and an outside hint that things might improve, I rejoice.
Especially if it involves playing cards. Which is what Dad nudged me to do this morning. I once offered Him a deck I had gotten from a casino a few years ago. Mostly it sits under the shrine with some of His other offerings. This morning, it came out. I shuffled and dealt both of us two cards for some Blackjack.
You see, while I love poker, I cannot even think of playing before 7am. Two cards is much easier and it just takes counting.
I dealt Him a King and an 8. And dealt myself two 9s.
We both stayed, and a good thing since the next card turned out to be a 6.
I was amused. He seemed pleased.
Maybe I need to go to a casino again. If I do, I will bring one of my jackal plushies with me.