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, July 30, 2020

Interment

From the Tarot of the Masters, Death; from the Key to the Kingdom, the Four of Clubs:
          A fresh grave has been dug; now all that waits is the interment. What is it that needs to be buried, that needs to be let go of so that it can be recycled into something else? What freedom of mind awaits when that last shovelful of dirt is packed back in the hole? The Four of Club's verse is based on a children's song of call and response. One child says, "I am a gold lock," and another says "I am a gold key." It progresses through many metals until the last line (meant to trick the responding child): "I am a monk lock; I am a monk-key." Like the song, it is tempting to deceive ourselves so that we don't have to face reality and the endings that come with it. Yet as Norman Fischer wrote, "Acceptance is not resignation. Acceptance is a lively engagement with conditions as they are."
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  1. Sharyn Mallow WoerzJuly 30, 2020 at 9:06 AM

    never heard that before, but I've often been the monk-key :0

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    1. thesycamoretreeJuly 30, 2020 at 10:23 AM

      I believe I have detected a bit of mischievousness in you! :)

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  2. Carolyn TindorJuly 30, 2020 at 9:57 AM

    I too have never heard that children's song.
    In all endings there are beginnings.

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    1. thesycamoretreeJuly 30, 2020 at 10:24 AM

      Those beginnings can help fill the ache left behind.

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