Tarot Leaves (Schiffer, 2011) by Beth Seilonon, is the Eight of Wands.
What I see here is a rather more chaotic, destructive scene than I would normally associate with the Eight of Wands. Eight trees appear to have been blown down, still flying around from the force of the gale that buffets them. Even the leaf on which they appear seems to be blown by that same wind. While there's certainly a sense of directional movement here, it feels somewhat dangerous, caused by an outside force rather than chosen.
Our friends are still here, and I guess having four kids in the house may be a rather chaotic force. Or perhaps this is reminding me that I need to get a move on with the work for my course, otherwise things will get very hectic as deadlines pile up. Or maybe this is more positive, speaking to Big Boy's rapid improvement now that he's taking antibiotics.
I am grateful for change, even when it feels chaotic.