Card of the Day: 6 Cups

My card of the day is drawn from one of my own cherished decks; my interpretation comes from my intuition and my experiences as a professional tarot reader.

When I read, I add to my experience of the Tarot so the journey unfolds, an evolutionary process. Perhaps my reflections will add something to your own understanding of this mystical and ancient craft. Brightest Blessings

6 Cups, Robin Wood Tarot

6 Cups,
Robin Wood Tarot

6 Cups, Robin Wood Tarot

This card really wants to make itself heard, I’ve seen it several times over the last week.

I never disregard such repetitions, there is always some extra insight besides what is immediately apparent.

This is such a beautiful, feel-good card.  Some readers tend to regard it with suspicion, perhaps feeling that its about dwelling in the past and being overly sentimental.  That may be so, in some instances.  But its always dependant upon the nature of the spread and the card’s position within it.

When I read a card for the day, I tend to ask a little question as I shuffle, then stop and draw a card when I feel that little ‘tug’.

Today, I simply asked:

Please give me a card of positive inspiration.  And I drew this lovely card, such an open expression of all that is wonderful about childhood.

I enjoy watching children play, do you?  I was with my grandchildren the other morning.  We were in the park.  The youngest one was running about, enchanted by a little girl who in turn, was entranced by Gracie’s puppy!  They played – shouting, laughing, running, with such freedom and lack of inhibition, that I, in turn, was entranced by their beautiful and golden natures.

 

Its the little things in life that bring the most smiles.

It is the gift of friendship.

What is truly of value in your life, right now?

You see, the beauty of childhood is its innocence, its acceptance and its tolerance.  It rejoices in diversity.  It celebrates the strange, the unusual, the difference of something or someone new.

And I realise, perhaps for the very first time, that this card has nothing very much to do with living in the past.  No.  Its about living as a child does.  With open-hearted joy and the ability to perceive that which is wonderful.

It does not live in the past: it celebrates the Precious Present.

Mitakuye Oyasin – We Are All Related

Freespirit x

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Waxing Lyrical: the Reflections of a Fool

Innocence or Faith?

Innocence or Faith?

I read something in the paper this morning that made me angry.  

Stronger doses of statins may increase the risk of kidney damage by a THIRD

Someone I know, with seemingly super health and lifestyle, recently ‘failed’ her cholesterol test.  The doctor immediately advised statins.  She protested and said she would do it by eating better.  She is, she reasoned, in charge of her own body.  What it needs, she provides and she felt sure she could do this.

The doctor was dubious.  Let’s give it 3 months: you do your best but I’m pretty sure you won’t change this with diet alone.  But she was determined.  She did some research, cut down on the high fat, salt laden foods and  refined carbs and reduced her coffee intake dramatically.  Three months down the line and she has reduced her cholesterol level so much that she is not only back in ‘healthy’ but at the best level for health.  She was prepared to take responsibility for her own health and she is now reaping the benefit, by feeling fitter, happier and healthier than she has for years.

Apparently the PTB would like to put all of us on statins once we reach 50.  Not this girl.  I’m 60 and fully prepared to take responsibility for my own health.  I have a brain and I’m not afraid to use it.  If I put on weight, I know its because of what I put in my mouth.  If I’m unfortunate enough to get a cold, I will try my best to look after myself.  When I needed a major op, I made sure I was at my fittest to give myself the best possible recovery time.  If I need medical attention, I’ll get it, but I’m not prepared to believe I need a built in catch all net provided by the government, just in case.

In our society, we have  people starving themselves so they can achieve the unsustainable perfection that Haute Couture has led us to believe is the norm, a trend perpetuated by Hollywood.  We have other people killing themselves by their junk food lifestyles.  High street fashion tries to accommodate our growing girths and our vanity, by making our clothing sizes bigger.  I know this because I am hoarder: I have clothes in my wardrobe from my the 70s and can still wear the fitted evening dresses I wore when I was 20 something.  My size then was a 12 – 14.  My size now is an eight.  You work it out.

There are children walking around who are growing up to face a world of pain as adults with obesity, because their carers, though possibly well meaning, are allowing them to graze on food which far exceeds their calorific needs, while not meeting their nutritional requirements for growth and vitality.

We are a nation of couch potatoes who live within reach of our cell phones and TV controls, so that if we wish, we can spend our lives moving bewteen one sit to another.  To sustain us through our nightly vigils in front of our TVs, we require sustenance, in the form of crisps, chocolate and other fat laden morsels.  To ensure our supplies do not dwindle, we can hop into our cars and drive to our supermarkets to top up our bulging pantry shelves.

Am I the only person who thinks this is insane?

Let us consider again our Fool.  He begins life with little but his wits to sustain him.  Like us, he must learn to take care of himself – he must, of course, be wary about stepping off the face of a cliff.  😀  He must learn to fend for himself.

Who teaches him to do this?  The Magician perhaps?

Card of the dayIf he relies upon the wiles of this master of disguise, with his sleight of hand and his manipulative ways, he will be like we are.  For we have put ourselves in the hands of those who are concerned with making profit.

We should perhaps balance our desire to follow the charismatic charm of the Magician with the wisdom of the High Priestess.

High Priestess, Druidcraft

She is not simply concerned about esoteric or spiritual worlds.  Think about her true meaning: she offers knowledge, but you must seek it out yourself.

Our senses are beset in our environment of overload; we constantly seek satiety in a world of excess.  The High Priestess does not advocate withdrawal from the world, as some might assume.  She simply asks that we listen and learn.  In the developed world, we have access to more information than has ever been available in the history of human kind.  Shouldn’t we begin to use that information to heal ourselves?

Freespirit x

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Blessed Imbolc

Merry Meet

The MaidenHere in the western hemisphere, Wiccans and Pagans of all paths will celebrate the turning of the year this weekend.  As the Crone becomes the Maiden once again, we welcome the coming of spring and all its promise.

We celebrate Imbolc as a time of birth and rebirth, as do our Christian friends who  celebrate Candlemas.

Whatever our spiritual paths, surely we can all feel the changing of the season – an underlying energy, an undenial hum of anticipation from the very earth Herself, as Her first shoots appear with the warming of the sun.

The first snowdrops show their faces to the world, along with crocuses and soon daffodils will follow.

The birds are flirting and all around we hear the chatter and chitter of the preparations for life.

In fact, Imbolc can be taken to mean ‘In the belly’, a literal reference to the ewes who already carry the lambs they will birth in the spring.

In the wider sense everything is pregnant with possibility in the spring – the Earth and all Her children, you and me included.  For we have nurtured our dreams and imaginings through the darkest days and nights of winter and now, as surely as spring comes we can bring those dreams forth.

What dreams will you bring into reality? What secret imaginings, what lost loves rekindled, what flights of fancy will you birth?

Think about it my friends, for there is magic in the air!

Mitakuye Oyasin – We Are All Related

Freespirit x

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Raindance

Rain dance

first there was sunshine
we all did our washing
it danced in the wind
as it hung on the line;

… then the rain poured down
it fell in great rivers
it gurgled in gutters
and all through the town

and the people all groaned
as they huddled in doorways
and opened umbrellas
oh my, how they moaned!

but I laughed at the rain
I splashed through the puddles
I danced through the torrents
a child again

I was drenched, I was soaked,
but I laughed with Lord Loki
I laughed with Coyote
at their wonderful joke!

Freespirit © 2004

Downpour

The Downpour

The rain fell like darts on the roof of the byre
As torrents hurled down from the heavens with ire
In a deluge of wrath that seemed never to tire
‘Til the ground became swamped like some giant quagmire.

The rain clouds had hidden the sunlight away
The sky disappeared behind curtains of grey.
The rain kept on falling throughout the long day
Into muddy deposits that stank of decay.

But just as I thought life would ever be drear
The curtain drew back – and I saw, shining clear
A sparkling bow of each colour of cheer
As a beautiful rainbow began to appear –

Till it filled up the sky like a great shining band.
And I mused, in my mind, if the mighty god Pan
Who sensing my sadness, had lifted his hand
And called forth Apollo to lighten the land

Freespirit © 2004

Reflections on a rainy day

I awoke today to a grey sky and a thin drizzle of rain.  The thought of getting out of my warm cosy bed was less than appealing.  But the rain is a gift of the season.  It waters the thirsty earth, bringing life and vigour to the slumbering vegetation.  I too must use this day, as if it were my only day, and not squander its opportunities.  I have writing to do, work preparations and perhaps the greatest gift of this day, an opportunity for reflection.

So I shall leave you with these words, written so long ago by someone much wiser than I:
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The Precious Present

Finally I came to know
The present is a gift to treasure
In this life, so brief and hurried
A precious thing you cannot measure.
Yet plodding on our weary ways
We plot and scheme and plan our days
Demented things, our lives ablaze –
We seek our mortal pleasure.

And scurrying through our early years
In thoughtless ways we forge the chain;
Create the lie, acquire the wealth,
The dream becomes a lethal bane.
But as our summers turn to fall
And shadows grow increasing’ tall
Our passions less, no more in thrall,
We seek to loose the skein

How quickly did we spend our youth –
Rushing from cradle to the grave;
The more we have, the more we want,
The glittering trophies that we crave.
But should we pause to see our prize
We’d view our hoard through other eyes
See what is truth and what is lies –
Materialism’s slave!

The road ahead grows shorter now
But I am gently cast adrift;
I smell the rose’s sweet perfume
While sands of time flow ever swift.
A time will come, a time will go,
But I shall let my heartbeat slow,
Enjoy the natural ebb and flow:
The present’s precious gift.

Freespirit © 2004