Photo by Kavita Joshi Rai
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.
Blues are the surround of liminal Pisces season - Pisces Sun - Pisces New Moon - waves. I bask. Winds push the water into shades of dark shadowed heaves. A slow rolling surf barely visible - a water body rising and falling. The deep floating rhythms of neptunian mysticism - the world is not shut out. Celebration of 1/3 of children “lifted” out of poverty? Isn’t the question - why are that many in a state of constant lack? Is 1 /3 good enough now? Why not all children. I know why. the water answers. Deep seeded feudal systems linger around every bend. Ask the deeper questions says the water body. Ask why the media is not talking about the systems kept in place by governing lords/politicians. Ask why the media is not reporting truth. The water says - ask why it is easy to keep the “workers” pitted against one another - keep them distracted about the real issues that are happening. Workers - working people. The water says - therefore many people are not actually “working”. If you are not essential to the water - what are you busy doing - not working? Walking along the waters edge - the wind carries the sound of a hungry heart. Truth hunger is traded for celebrity - corporations - prisons - racist ideas - destruction - violence against. Please - said the water - do not be fooled about this latest move of historic proportions. The only thing historic is the water is moving - pulling - pushing - phasing. Water can swallow you while you are busy looking the other way. Than you water words.
Queen of Waves. They follow me. A good place to sit in Pisces season. Pisces sun. Constellations. Inner life matches outer life. Thee is not one way. The hard work is what is always needed. Recognition of where things sit or come from helps. Queen of Waves offers a view of Plenty to quench your thirst. The large feelings that push and pull together the web of membranes of fascia in the body - tighten and loosen. What do we know. There is so much to always learn - to see - to look into and explore. Try the best that you are able. It is impossible to get to all of it in this - one - lifetime. Be generous with yourself in where you have come from - where you are going. It has taken a lot to arrive in the alleyway. A permission pass - sometimes you can take one made of thin excuse and excise. The Cup is there sitting on the edge of a parable that you might have made up about the world. Fill it up or pour it all out if it’s needed to let the blood letting begin. You’re okay.