I use tarot and oracle cards as tools for reflection and contemplation. Rather than divining the future, they are a way for me to look more deeply at the "now."
"The goal isn't to arrive, but to meander, to saunter, to make your life a holy wandering." ~ Rami Shapiro

Monday, April 7, 2014

Here Comes the Sun

From the Buckland Romani Tarot, the Eight of Koros (Cups):
This image makes me want to run after the wagon shouting, "Wait! You've left all your nice cups!" - which might explain why I'm so attached to the cups of my emotional history. I might not remember the name of my high school principal (unless he was a real wanker), but I bet I could make a detailed timeline of the who, when and where of all the intense feelings in my life. I've got some little pockets of hurt and resentment tucked away in the corners of my heart like secret treasures. Sometimes a person or situation will trigger the memory and open the lock, and I'll have a tea party and sip on those cups of pain. Just because these cups are part of my history doesn't mean I need to keep them in the cupboard. Like the folks in the wagon, I need to leave them behind and open my windows to let in some fresh air.

The card drawn from the Lakota Sweat Lodge deck this morning is "Wi - Sun:"
According to Lakota tradition, Creator formed the Sixteen Mysteries, the first of whom was Wi (the Sun). This elemental energy was both teacher and sustainer, representing both personal power and clarity. Confidence and a strong will combined with vision can have powerful results. But if I don't add in clarity, if I can't shine the light in those dark places, my vision can be transformed into something sick rather than beneficial.
I feel that ice is slowly melting,
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear.
Here comes the sun, 
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right. 
~ George Harrison


  1. I find it difficult to to leave my cups behind too. I think we are also defined by our pains as much as by our successes. I've kept my diaries from the time when I was ten years old. I've shredded only the parts which I definitely don't want my kids to 'read. A woman is entitled to a few secrets isn't she? :D

    1. Wow, ten years old?! I definitely wouldn't tell all, unless it was to a priest or therapist (someone required to keep the information confidential, lol).