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

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Let Love In

From the Prisma Visions Tarot, the Knight of Pentacles; from the Secret Language of Color Cards, "Pink:"
          Out of all the knights in this deck, this is the only one on a steed. But instead of a horse, the Knight of Pentacles sits astride a unicorn. How is it that the most practical, down-to-earth fellow finds himself riding a magical beast? Perhaps because he is loyal and true, hardworking and conscientious - his motives are pure. Yet instead of seeming awed by the unicorn, he focuses on the goal as if unaware of his good fortune.
The end of fear is where we begin
The moment we decided to let love in.
~ Goo Goo Dolls
          I'm good at giving, whether its time, gifts or energy. But even at my age, I hesitate when it comes to opening the protective wall around my emotions. If I take a chance on hugging someone, there is a fear I may be rebuffed. It is hard for me to say out loud what I feel, especially when it uncovers the soft spot in my heart. But Pink shows up today to remind me that feelings need to be expressed in more ways than what is practical and safe. It might even let me notice all the magic around me.  

6 comments:

  1. It is so tempting to hide behind hard work and doing what needs to be done Being vulnerable is so much harder and scarier Who knows the unicorn can work his magic for us and find some cracks in the walls :)

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    1. I try to convince myself that the work and service done for other is enough (so I can stay behind that wall), but I know that more is required. :)

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  2. Love your take on the knight unicorn pairing...

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  3. I've always marvelled at people who can casually brush someone else's arm or place a hand on another's lower back. I love when people reach out and touch me (well, in the non-creepy-guy sense), yet I can't do it myself. Still, I'm a lot more cuddly than others I know. And so grateful that my children love cuddles. That was a huge fear for me with my disabled son: he could have been autistic and not wanted to be touched! All to say, maybe I need to appreciate the magic of the touch I do allow myself, and not worry about what I cannot manage...

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    1. I was raised as a very young child by kind and gentle grandparents, but they didn't do hugs. I have made myself "practice" with people who wouldn't mind a kind touch (which has gotten easier), but I still feel that feeling when I hug people. At least those who know me well realize if they get a hug from me, its a big deal! :D I do think children break down a lot of those walls though.

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