three cups that tangle within each other, that pass through one another, spill black streams of liquid like long straight hair. Above them a pure black circle holding three smaller orbs around it.

Three of Cups

Joy that rings from clinked cups. Joy that spills from close friends and family. Joy that springs forth unexpectedly. A celebration of what has come to intertwine. What braid has been woven through time with those closest to your heart?

Take a moment to be in this joy.