I frequently do spreadless readings, in which I ask a question and draw one card to answer.
My latest tarot reading scares me. I asked, "What can I do to get Joe out of my head? I don't want to think of him all the time anymore!" I drew the Two of Cups, which means friendship and love. In other words, the cards are saying, Don't bother . You two are going to be close. "But what about Don?" I asked. I drew the Five of Cups, which means grief and loss. Oh no! What's going to happen to Don? I don't want anything to happen to him. I love him. Yes, he's hard to live with, but I love him. I love both of them.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
The Lovers, The Hermit, The Chariot
I drew three cards for a Tarot reading a couple days ago, asking "When will I understand what life is all about?"
The cards were the Lovers, the Hermit, and the Chariot. What could it possibly mean? I wasn't able to intuit the meaning immediately, so I pondered the answer for a few days until it became clear. (One problem with understanding Tarot is that so many people say so many things about what the cards mean. You can get pretty confused.) It was actually quite simple, really. Just read the cards straight up and there it is. I'll understand what life is all about when there is perfect union between the lone seeker and the master of the physical world. I'm the Lone Seeker; the Hermit is my significator. I figured that the Chariot referred to my husband, who is Mr. Fix-it. So, perfect union between the two of us -- that's a tall order!
But later I got to wondering. What if the Chariot referred to Joe? It could. And the Lovers -- that's our card. The card for Don and me is Temperance, that is, combination of different materials. So, anyway, a few days later I was sitting with my cards, asking questions and drawing one card per question. What would be the significator for Joe, I asked? I drew a card, while thinking "I'm not sure I'll believe this answer." But guess what the answer was -- it was the Chariot.
The cards were the Lovers, the Hermit, and the Chariot. What could it possibly mean? I wasn't able to intuit the meaning immediately, so I pondered the answer for a few days until it became clear. (One problem with understanding Tarot is that so many people say so many things about what the cards mean. You can get pretty confused.) It was actually quite simple, really. Just read the cards straight up and there it is. I'll understand what life is all about when there is perfect union between the lone seeker and the master of the physical world. I'm the Lone Seeker; the Hermit is my significator. I figured that the Chariot referred to my husband, who is Mr. Fix-it. So, perfect union between the two of us -- that's a tall order!
But later I got to wondering. What if the Chariot referred to Joe? It could. And the Lovers -- that's our card. The card for Don and me is Temperance, that is, combination of different materials. So, anyway, a few days later I was sitting with my cards, asking questions and drawing one card per question. What would be the significator for Joe, I asked? I drew a card, while thinking "I'm not sure I'll believe this answer." But guess what the answer was -- it was the Chariot.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
A Stoner Party
The phone rang at 9:30 pm last night. I was right by it so I picked it up on the first ring. My husband must have been waiting for the call as he picked it up on the first ring too. "Hello?" we both said. "Hey Don, it's Joe," said Joe's voice. "Come on over." "All right, see ya," answered my husband. We all hung up. I felt a little shaky. My heart pounded in my chest. Joe's voice! How I used to long to hear that voice! Just hearing it used to make things all better. And now there it was, asking my husband to come over. Don was out the door in ten minutes. I know what Joe wanted -- he wanted someone to smoke pot with. The two of them were having a stoner party.
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