(Saturday, March 14, 2015) Third quarter moon Capricorn / tarot: four of cups reversed
A quick snapshot. I am wearing a formal white wig, the kind common around the time of the American and French revolutions. Curled hair is piled high on my head but the wig is not as ornate as those worn by the French aristocracy. Yet I am French. My light cotton summer frock is baby blue, without lace or ornamentation.
I am seated in a wooden chair at the bedside of my husband, who has been ill for some time. I am spooning a clear, warm broth into his mouth. I recognize my husband as Christopher, but his name in this lifetime is Louis.