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

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Monkey Sounds

From the Tarot of the Masters, the Three of Cups; from the Key to the Kingdom, the Four of Clubs:
We find rest in those we love, and we provide a resting place for those who love us.
 — Bernard of Clairvaux
          I thought this was a strange card for me to draw this morning. Yesterday I was out in the yard, lugging around some wet bags of pine bark mulch. As I was shaking the bark out of the bag, I heard a sound much like velcro ripping apart and I went down on my knees. Yes, I injured my back again. In the card, I see a woman next to a hookah. With my present pain level, I would very much like to imbibe in something that would send me to oblivion right now. But that is no longer an option for me. Instead, I must rely on friends and family to help me as I heal. I'm sure she must be lying on an ice pack with a bottle of ibuprofen in her hand.
I am a gold lock. I am a gold key.
I am a silver lock. I am a silver key.
I am a brass lock. I am a brass key.
I am a lead lock. I am a lead key.
I am a monk lock. I am a monkey.
          These silly verses remind me that while humans congratulate themselves on finding the answers to many questions, sometimes we don't use common sense. I knew better than to try and do all that heavy lifting in one day. But I wanted to finish what I started. The joke was on me of course; it will be weeks before I can lift anything. I am a monkey for sure. 


  1. Replies
    1. Can you change the hugs to a behind with a foot kicking it? :D

    2. Oh dear. In my little fantasy the hookah ingredients have induced the supine fem to spontaneously recite the absurd verses lol. {{{BTST}}}

    3. No foot kicking but more hugs (((Bev))) Try to make the most of this immobility. Sometimes when things like this happen it could turn out to be a god send gift. I guess a bag filled with bark was needed to slow you down after an intense and stressful period
      And Yay for ibuprofen!

    4. Too funny Rose, :D

      Ellen it has definitely slowed me down to the pace of an aged snail. :)

  2. (((Hugs))) from me, too! Hope well-wishes from distant friends are some solace :)

    1. I accept all in-state and international hugs with gratitude! :D

  3. Dang, and it sounded like you were having fun and enjoying getting outside, blowing off tension from the last weeks. Crikey, back pain is very...consuming, as it affects everything and inhibits movement and joy, all the good things that Spring brings.

    Well Bev, I commiserate, you're always supporting me when I wreck myself once again. It's so frustrating.

    I am not a huggy type but gosh, this merits some extra care (((Hugs))) Rest, rest, let other people do for a time. Let them take over.

    1. Thanks JJ; it has been an unwelcome reminder that I can no longer treat my body like it is 30 years old. The snail shuffle is getting tiresome. On the plus side, it has made me more compassionately aware of what it must be like for those who live with chronic pain.