The old Hermit leaves the warmth of his simple cabin, to climb the stepping-stones that lead up the hill. Breathing in the frosty night air, he is silhouetted against the endless depths of the night sky. A freshly brewed pot of Labrador tea awaits his return. But a questing for the great mystery pulls him outward. When he speaks, his advice is deceptively simple "Stack your woodpile high, you will survive" *. Yet these may be the exact words that a seeker needs to hear.
* From the story 'Early August/Late September' written by Jeffrey R. Hinich
Text and image Leslie Cochran © 2005 from the
2005 Tarot Art Calendar by Leslie Cochran and Arnell Ando