There is this childhood photo of me, around two or three years old, on my birthday, stuck between two of these paper birch trees on my grandparents' property that I find pretty iconic.

In the tarot, The Empress card is a sign of abundance, deep-rooted in feminine energy. Often depicted as pregnant, she embodies nurturing, creative, calm, collected, spiritually connected, and wealthy, royal energy.

It's a jungle out there and I feel lost. One side is asking to be tamed, the other to be embraced. What shall I do?