Tool Shed

From the Wheel of Change Tarot, the Ten of Swords:

This card has to be the best ever Ten of Swords for me (and not just because there is no dead body lying around). The little shed represents my life, and the tools symbolize the human gifts of rational thought and communication. I chuckled when I noticed the cobwebs in some of the corners - yep, that looks like my mind for sure! But look at the view beyond the door with its stars and planets. It is a reminder that my viewpoints and perceptions come from the tiny shed I live in - my personal experiences, the place I live, the books I read and the people I associate with. Though I might like to think I am intellectually well-rounded, there is so much more in the universe than my little brain will ever know.

From the Oracle of the Dreamtime comes the "Sydney Harbor Bridge:"

The painting above comes from a story about a giant kangaroo who tried to move beyond his natural boundaries. His skeleton eventually became a bridge connecting two areas. Lately the idea of bridges has come up a lot in conversation - not the physical kind, but the mental kind. I am invited by this card to make a mental leap across my comfortable belief system into the unknown. I don't necessarily have to sign off on anything I learn there, but I've no doubt I'll get a chance to see from a new perspective.

Offerings and Misjudgments

  From the Wheel of Change Tarot, the Seven of Cups:

Genetti offers a different take on the Seven of Cups; instead of a person dreaming about what will make them happy, this image shows offerings to a volcanic god on the Indonesian island of Flores.  It made me reflect on the many ways I try to appease and please the people in my life.  There's nothing wrong with being unselfish or doing good deeds, because those actions do fulfill me.  But every now and then, I need to dish up a bowlful of nourishment for myself too.

     From the Oracle of Dreamtime comes the "Sydney Harbor Bridge:"

This aboriginal legend tells of a giant kangaroo that decided the grass was greener on the other side of the harbor.  Instead of going the long way around, he thought it would be quicker to jump across the wide expanse of water.  He discovered too late that he had misjudged the distance, and his legs became bogged down in the mud.  His bones became the bridge for Sydney Harbor.  This myth reminds me that the "quick" way is not always better, and just because something seems like a good idea doesn't mean it always is.