My ear is clogged. Not quite a pain, just a discomfort. This brings a dose of serves you right. The phase my ear is clogged has been coined by my mother. an alment plaguing her and an excuse for softly spoken words. My lack of patience and yelling at her to speak up! A flash of manicured hands and braclet baubles flapping close to the clogged ear and her stating my ear is clogged, followed by such a low decibel of talking that the dog cannot hear. My irritation at this exchange makes me an as$&*!@. So here I sit and MY ear is clogged. I feel like I am screaming when I speak. My head feels wonkey. Like there is a balloon filled with water behind my eye. This is the worst time for such a thing. I am trying to do a zillion things partially, making phone calls, and really needing to slow down. The promise of the ocean and pools and no ear clogged.
Cards are from the Enchanted Map Oracle by Colette Baron-Reid