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No, I haven't posted much recently.
There hasn't been anything much to say.
This evening I gathered with my local spiritual women friends for a birthday party. Steph asked that we not bring gifts for her, but our gifts/talents to share with each other. It was a great idea and a lovely evening. I brought my tarot deck and did five readings.
One reading was for Steph's daughter C, who is all of twenty-one. She was there with her friend K, who had seen tarot cards but was not familiar with them. So I started C's reading with a kind of "Tarot 101," that both young women just lapped up. K had asked how a person chooses a deck. I said that when I choose a deck I look at specific cards to see how that artist presents the ideas: Death, the Devil, and the Queen of Swords being the top three. I showed them the Death and Devil cards from the Robin Wood tarot, and then started looking for the Queen of Swords.
She wasn't there.
I went through the deck three times. No QoS.
This was seriously distressing.
How could my personal card be missing from my favorite deck??
But in the midst of that upset, I was also aware of a feeling of power: as I spoke to these young women from my experience, I felt like I was doing what I was meant to do. As the conversation progressed, and K opened up to me about her experiences, and I found much resonance with my own at her age, and was able to speak to her from the wisdom I'd gained in the intervening years, the feeling deepened and became stronger. K's reading went very well, but the last few cards were unsettling: 5 of pentacles (cripples in the snow outside a church) was the "outcome" card. I drew three more to get greater clarity and turned up the Hanged Man, Page of Pentacles reversed, and the ten of Cups reversed. This is on top of her getting the Death card in the "near future" position. (I was really glad I'd done Tarot 101, including the bit about "The Death card does not mean physical death.") This young lady is clearly in for a challenging time.
But earlier in the conversation I had urged her to be faithful in whatever her personal spiritual practice was: meditation, prayer, or etc. And -- especially with the Hanged Man coming up -- to be sure she kept her connection with Spirit strong.
And I pointed out that she was 21, and that this is a time for big, powerful changes -- they're part of the growing up package. And she expressed how good it was to have older women (Steph and me and some others in our circle) to talk to about some of this, because she and the people her own age don't have the experience.
K is a beautiful girl, someone who simply shines with intelligence and spirit. I felt strongly drawn to her, and before she left I gave her my phone number and email and invited her to call me if she wanted to talk more.
Later, I was sharing a bit of this with some of the others of the "elder" circle (of which, at 41, I am the youngest by several years), including the missing Queen of Swords card. Talk also turned to the Spirit Women gathering here a few weeks ago, when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenofhalves, kateri_thinks, and jaynefury blessed my bowl.
"Well that explains it!" one of the other women said. "She probably got upset about the bowl and decided to take herself off elsewhere!"
I had to laugh. It seemed so perfect: the Queen of Swords going off in a huff because I'm creating a sacred space for Water.
However I got home this evening and found her in the first place I looked: on the bed of my scanner.
Talking to K and C was an amazing experience. I felt energy pouring through me, felt my wisdom bubbling up in response to their questions. And at several points during the various readings I would have a sudden, intuitive insight into a card, which would elicit a gasp or a slow nod and the words, "That makes a lot of sense."
Tonight I was doing what I'm supposed to be doing. And I felt alive, and energized, and blessed.
There hasn't been anything much to say.
This evening I gathered with my local spiritual women friends for a birthday party. Steph asked that we not bring gifts for her, but our gifts/talents to share with each other. It was a great idea and a lovely evening. I brought my tarot deck and did five readings.
One reading was for Steph's daughter C, who is all of twenty-one. She was there with her friend K, who had seen tarot cards but was not familiar with them. So I started C's reading with a kind of "Tarot 101," that both young women just lapped up. K had asked how a person chooses a deck. I said that when I choose a deck I look at specific cards to see how that artist presents the ideas: Death, the Devil, and the Queen of Swords being the top three. I showed them the Death and Devil cards from the Robin Wood tarot, and then started looking for the Queen of Swords.
She wasn't there.
I went through the deck three times. No QoS.
This was seriously distressing.
How could my personal card be missing from my favorite deck??
But in the midst of that upset, I was also aware of a feeling of power: as I spoke to these young women from my experience, I felt like I was doing what I was meant to do. As the conversation progressed, and K opened up to me about her experiences, and I found much resonance with my own at her age, and was able to speak to her from the wisdom I'd gained in the intervening years, the feeling deepened and became stronger. K's reading went very well, but the last few cards were unsettling: 5 of pentacles (cripples in the snow outside a church) was the "outcome" card. I drew three more to get greater clarity and turned up the Hanged Man, Page of Pentacles reversed, and the ten of Cups reversed. This is on top of her getting the Death card in the "near future" position. (I was really glad I'd done Tarot 101, including the bit about "The Death card does not mean physical death.") This young lady is clearly in for a challenging time.
But earlier in the conversation I had urged her to be faithful in whatever her personal spiritual practice was: meditation, prayer, or etc. And -- especially with the Hanged Man coming up -- to be sure she kept her connection with Spirit strong.
And I pointed out that she was 21, and that this is a time for big, powerful changes -- they're part of the growing up package. And she expressed how good it was to have older women (Steph and me and some others in our circle) to talk to about some of this, because she and the people her own age don't have the experience.
K is a beautiful girl, someone who simply shines with intelligence and spirit. I felt strongly drawn to her, and before she left I gave her my phone number and email and invited her to call me if she wanted to talk more.
Later, I was sharing a bit of this with some of the others of the "elder" circle (of which, at 41, I am the youngest by several years), including the missing Queen of Swords card. Talk also turned to the Spirit Women gathering here a few weeks ago, when
queenofhalves, kateri_thinks, and jaynefury blessed my bowl."Well that explains it!" one of the other women said. "She probably got upset about the bowl and decided to take herself off elsewhere!"
I had to laugh. It seemed so perfect: the Queen of Swords going off in a huff because I'm creating a sacred space for Water.
However I got home this evening and found her in the first place I looked: on the bed of my scanner.
Talking to K and C was an amazing experience. I felt energy pouring through me, felt my wisdom bubbling up in response to their questions. And at several points during the various readings I would have a sudden, intuitive insight into a card, which would elicit a gasp or a slow nod and the words, "That makes a lot of sense."
Tonight I was doing what I'm supposed to be doing. And I felt alive, and energized, and blessed.
