I use tarot and oracle cards as a tool for reflection and contemplation. Rather than divining the future, they are a way for me to look more deeply at the "now."

Monday, July 6, 2015

Time Marches On

From the Fountain Tarot, the Ten of Coins; from the Devas of Creation, "Saturn:"
          The Ten of Coins gives the impression of peering through a mausoleum where a treasure has been stored. I guess the archway of the garden path in the Ace does eventually lead to this place. Out of all the stuff I've accumulated, created and cared for, I wonder (when I die) what those left behind will think is valuable. Will they find anything they want to keep, any possessions worth adding to their own pile? Will any item trigger a fond memory and become a sentimental keepsake?
          Saturn was named for Saturnus, the Roman god of agriculture. The Romans considered him the equivalent of the Greek god Cronus, and thus he eventually became the god of time - calendars, seasons and harvests. In this physical world, humans do not control the march of time. I smile thinking of traveling forward or backward in time with all my stuff. I imagine much of it would be useless in either world. Best to enjoy it now without attachment or worry about what might wind up at Goodwill.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

It's in the Details

This week I'll be using the Fountain Tarot, created and self-published by Jonathan Saiz, Jason Gruhl, and Andi Todaro. Along with it I'll also be drawing from Devas of Creation, created by Cilla Conway and published by CC3 Publishing. Today's cards are the Lovers and "Cell:"
          These two cards, one dealing with relationships and the other with molecular biology, remind me of how life rests on the simplest of details. Even slight changes or alterations at this level can have a huge impact on my connections with other people or my body over time. At home, if someone leaves the house or goes to bed, we always part by saying "I love you." I think it may have started because so many loved ones we assumed we'd see again never came back. We feel the need to tenderly touch on an emotional level, even briefly, to make sure the connection stays healthy. Some days my body aches or my mind is full of tasks that need to be done. It's easy to overlook these details of love, to pass by them as if they were unimportant. Yet they are the foundation on which my relationships are built; continued stability will require a selfless effort.   
(a flower with blooms that only last a day)

We met at the gate
A year of separation
Now one day of joy.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Relax Rather Than Resist

From the Victorian Romantic, the Four of Pentacles; from the Flowers' Messages Oracle, "Pink Gladiola:"
          I don't consider myself to be a miserly person, so I'm always a little confused when I draw the Four of Pentacles. Yet when I look at this woman on the card, she doesn't only look dissatisfied but exhausted as well. Ah... now things are clearer. It's my time that I'm tight as a tick with, not personal possessions. Yesterday my daughter had two friends that came over to hang out at the house. They were fun and enjoyable, but after 8 hours I was relieved to see them go. This afternoon, a couple who often come to meditation will be coming over, two people that my husband and I both get along with quite well. And while part of me looks forward to their arrival, another part of me just wants to rest in solitude. But the Pink Gladiola card's message is Contentment; it suggests I accept life with compassionate openness. And it is ironic that on a recent post I was espousing the importance of friends. As I type this, I remember one of the lines of a guided meditation we did last night stated a tense body is a signal of resisting what is (reality). I was wondering why I felt so sore this morning...

Friday, July 3, 2015

Play Hard, Play Fair

From the Victorian Romantic Tarot, Justice; from the Flowers' Messages Oracle, "Black-eyed Susan:"
          My two oldest grandsons are at that age where they enjoy playing board games. Unfortunately, they haven't gotten to the point where they are gracious winners or losers, and drama always erupts at the end of a game. Even at such a young age, they have been trained to "win" by coaches, teachers and society. When they play by the rules while using their best strategy and still lose, they think life has treated them unfairly. Whatever happened to having fun (the black-eyed susan's message)? Even in the adult world, it seems the competitive mindset has infiltrated all our activities. With a "winning is everything" attitude, some people are tempted to tweak things so the results come out in their favor. But while the world may love the winners, it surely hates a cheater. Justice will be served and accounts will be paid. Play hard but fairly. As an Italian proverb states, “Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.”

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Dust Off the Wheelbarrow

From the Victorian Romantic Tarot, the Nine of Pentacles; from the Flowers' Messages Oracle, the "Easter Lily:"
          I'm familiar with this lady's expression as she looks over her garden. "Hmm... the hydrangeas need to be watered, the rose bushes pruned and the pine cones picked up." I'm always amazed that when some people get this card, they see it as a fortune cookie predicting immediate wealth and prosperity. Abundance neither comes nor stays without hard work. This woman has invested her time and energy to be in the place she is, and if she wants to continue enjoying what she has, she'll be a good steward of it all. Which leads to the Easter lily, a flower representing purity. Purity for me isn't about being a virginal saint but the motives behind my actions. I've noticed people who are willing to work hard don't seem to have a sense of entitlement. Much of their joy comes from a job well done. They appreciate the results because of the muscle and sweat that produced them. This woman cautions me to resist getting too comfortable admiring my handiwork. It'll be time to roll out that wheelbarrow soon.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Garden Sanctuary

From the Victorian Romantic Tarot, the Two of Cups; from the Flowers' Messages Oracle, "Evening Primrose:"
          Because this setting is in a garden, it makes me think of a dear friend from my Wednesday book club. We generally sit outside on the coffee shop's patio or on my back porch after our meetings and catch up with each other. Worries and woes are exchanged as well as much laughter. Like most of my cherished companions, we met by chance when our paths crossed. Mahony gives a quote from Carl Jung in the VR companion book that sums up well such valued relationships: "The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." These transformative friendships are my garden sanctuaries.
          The oil of Evening Primrose has been touted to help with PMS and menopausal symptoms, joint pains and even the effects of alcohol withdrawal. No wonder the creators of this flower oracle have used it as a symbol of healing, particularly emotional healing. While I love my husband with all my heart, there are times when my women friends can better offer the solace and healing I seek. For all of you ladies, both near and abroad, I offer you a poem to express my gratitude:

Looking for warmth and refuge,
A trail of ladybugs
Moves slowly across the ceiling.
Spurred by the wet, wintry night,
They come seeking shelter.
During the storms of my life,
I find sanctuary with women.
They are ambassadors of compassion;
Their haven for the heart
I dare not take for granted.
 ~ B.K.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Spark Sisters

From the Victorian Romantic Tarot, the Ace of Wands; from the Flowers' Messages, "Hosta:"
You have to find what sparks a light in you so that you in your own way can illuminate the world. 
― Oprah Winfrey
          I never have too much problem finding those inspirational sparks, things that motivate me to create or act. But my little spark can easily get extinguished by those who stomp on it or even the constant winds of change. This image of two women working together, each helping to make something larger than themselves happen, is delightful. The companion book says the original work was by Henuse Marketa and depicted the rays of the rising sun. I feel very lucky to have friends, both locally and internationally, who will fan my inspiration and feed it the oxygen it needs to turn into a flame. They offer me the Hosta flower, which is said to represent hope. This is not an expectation-filled optimism that promises riches and fame. Rather it is encouragement that reminds me of my skills and talents; it is the belief that I have something unique to offer the world.