More trust. This is a hard won place to drag yourself through. Even with a happy childhood - outside forces can bend your trust - over time. Who we are is resonant. The littlest thing can happen to one person - life long wound. Another individual has the resilient make up that allows things to fall way as they walk along. Maybe we have some of both. Blind trust - positivity and optimism over the top - is not where I sit. I am a questioner. I am mutable around trust. I can forgive. The ragged scar might be tucked in there. A world gone wrong - has maybe always been that way. It’s not a bummer to speak about this. Real conversations that allow. LIstening. Made up minds as one way thinking stagnates - mutilates while it stagnates. I cry easily. That helps. I wonder - when did all of a sudden show up as platforms with placards. Talking points here. Remember - always. That person standing in front of you - has a long lived life if their hair has started turning silver. Trust that there has been some important lived experience you - I - can learn from. Telling it like it is - is telling it like it is from one’s own lens - ideas - lived experience. The soft places we might admire of sitting by the fire - well - to get to that soft place of seeing and listening only comes from listening to the voices that are maybe only in your head. Quiet around the fire. Whisper invites a strained - forced - arrival at this moment. That persons brain. Fire away dendrites.
The Journey of the Sacred Bee Tarot
Rushunda Tramble at @staywoketarot on Instagram shared The Rock Bottom spread as a coping tool with tarot medicine. This process helps when you are feeling that you need a way to get through a difficult challenge and are not seeing clear options. The spread is a grounding and reminder to come back to yourself. She explains it beautifully on her page of March 21, 2021. Also, check out her website at staywoketarot . I see this tool also as a way to find some quick relief when perhaps you find yourself in a tunnel vision pathway.
Muroidea Rat Tarot - https://society6.com/midio
Wide feet swollen from years of standing - clawed feet scratching their way to a mountaintop. The top is dismantled as the the rocks fall away - crushing whatever stands in its way. Trickle down - more like tumbledown - more like knock down - more like just plain down. Remove the bottom foundation - the foundation of people holding up tenuous sky higher ups. The din of sound is deafening if listened to with wide open hands. May we have Bread. Hands cupped to ears catch a phrase of desperation - ignored. Pretty words dressed up as rescue is a fancy cake that is just out of reach - at the bakery behind glass doors - crumbs for the mice. A bundle of carry holds treasured hopes at the end of a precarious branch plucked from the forest they have been traversing for lifetimes. Locked inside of the small leather satchel - cross bodied carry is a piece of paper that says you pass. Hold on tight - hold on for dear life lest you are cast off the cliff - precarious for not one. Heat of sun is massive power creating unbearable pressure - keep walking - don’t walk off the end of the precipice. One small leg of tickle is an unlucky pulse that can create abandoned. Layered choice is not foolish - understandable soil embeds your memorable footprint. Lady bug, lady bug - who do you know? Lady bug, lady bug - who do you ask? Lady bug, lady bug - red shelled messenger - droplets of dotted hopes. The rat creature is just like you - just like me. Only a fool would decide to turn back.
the journey - the sacred bee tarot
The journey is wide - poppy petals enfold the landing or the pathway. A little fairy bee scurries in and out with magic golden pollen all over his legs. The message carried back from the worker to the hive says - this is what I found out there in the wide, wide world. I interact. The dream of the hive is carried in the pollen that receives the bee so openly. All working for the good of the hive. One journey. In totality the collective work keeps the nucleus of the queen mother cared for. We each are the queen mother carrying our hive of minds with us wherever we go. There is a trail to explore - flight pattern redirects. Golden dust edges the heels of our feet - haphazardly landing in softness - perhaps a mess. we gather up what is needed the best we can - stuff our pockets full. Still it most likely isn’t enough. Radiating inward is a good direction to circle as one hovers midair waiting for takeoff. Suddenly - the wind carries us upward in concentric circling of chaos currents - release. Carry the messages of seed pollen - hive geometry - into the dark marrow of bone lines. Sketch the phase of forgetting that is necessary for growth. Reappear with an imagination coated in sacred honey hive collective bargaining. Stand at the table and begin a ruckus.
The Gentle Tarot - Five of Cups
Human depths of sadness - ring found round the earth. Ideation of horror comes from I do not know where. A possession of empty hollowed out blanks - simmer in places unseen and unknown - unknowable. Cups spilled in a life absent of warmth - plenty - flowers. Can a medicine of two cups fill the empty cups lacking in depth of unfathomable. Each born in tender arrival - mixture of expectation - dread - moment uninvited. Deeper exploration perhaps finds explanation - excuse - rational. Vacant. Dark cloak holds shoulders on, baring the weight of atrocity. Inhumanity. Walk carefully - looking into lava that is about to rupture in one explosive fissure ignited. For all of time - inventive structures hardened into lack of honey or water smooth. Cement builds cruelty - tears cease to fall - disbelief. Carried misery for all with the hidden violence of some - too many - too much. Let the hood of cloaks fall - see into the hungry eyes that need bread.
Artwork by Wendell Minor.
The Empress Card: The Gentle Tarot by @mariinthesky
Empress holds the world of fox dens and bear lakes as I walk under a blue sky of birds - suitcase packed.