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. 

Life Sometimes Sucks

From the Victorian Romantic Tarot, the Three of Swords:

The bundle at the woman's feet and the rider in the background suggest her dreams of riding off into the sunset with her lover just got dashed. Her hamster wheel of thoughts endlessly spins one question after another: "What did I do wrong? How could he/she hurt me like this? Will I ever get past the pain and emptiness I feel?" No matter if the relationship was a group, a friend or a lover, such a betrayal is never easy. But the dog is a gentle reminder that her life is not over; there are still people who care about her. She has a decision - either she can become bitter over the experience or open her heart wider, acknowledging that others have felt just as she does now. I bet I know which choice her loyal canine companion is hoping for.

The card from the Flowers' Messages today is "Hosta:"

The message of this flower is one of hope (these cards mirror yesterday's draw but with the tarot and oracle reversed). It's hard to feel that "the sun will come out tomorrow" when constant waves of hurt and grief wash over you. There is the feeling that the world should stop and drop everything in acknowledgment, but it just keeps moving on. I've buried too many friends and relatives and had my heart broken numerous times to not realize that time does change things. It doesn't mean I won't miss the relationship or the person, but the razor that cut so deep before will eventually begin to lose its sharp edge.