-Aesthetic response for IX of Pentacles-

For countless years she has danced through every season.

Rain, flood, drought, fire, the sun bright and eclipsed, dancing under the moon, she  has let herself be devastated  and reborn time and time again. 

Now she stands, in place, taking a stand, poised to face the delights of spring. 

She feels behind her the legions of women fighting for all who long for that same fragrant bloom of  freedom. 

Of an age when it has become possible to feel  pain and joy equally, to hold the power of a falcon in her hand, poised ready and waiting, she will not enter the garden until it welcomes them all.