Suit of Wands · 10
Ten of Wands
fire
set some of it down. there's no medal for carrying all of it.
upright — what she sees
set some of it down. there's no medal for carrying all of it. drawn upright, ten of wands speaks of burden, almost there, the load. she reads it as a turning toward the thing, not away from it — the load made plain.
reversed — what she withholds
you're proud of being crushed. reversed, the card turns inward — collapse, refuse to delegate. not a curse. a closed door you keep your own hand on.
in a spread
in the daily veil, ten of wands is the day's temperature — upright it asks you to lean in, reversed it asks what you're bracing against. in a three-card line it colours past, present, or the thing approaching. draw it yourself and she'll read it for you, in your own words.
near it in the deck