Last gasp…or first breath…

So… I’ve spent the last month working through the majors as part of Lyn Thurman’s writing challenge and today we wind up at the World…

Today’s email had the following prompt:

Write about the journey you’ve taken through the different tarot cards in this challenge.  What did you discover about yourself? What days/cards were the easiest and what were the hardest?  

Ok… easiest… hardest…. well that depends how you want to define it…

Some posts… the words may have flowed but the emotions that were stirred were hard to deal with…

Others… the emotions flowed nicely… yet the words jostled for order…

Easy? Hard?

Brave new world disorder…

I don’t know… it’s a bit like giving birth really… each labour resulted in a new baby yet each was different in length of time and level of pain and delivered a range of weights 😀

And my writing seems to fall prey to that same trick that Mother Nature plays on women…that as soon as the new arrival has popped it’s head out… you forget instantly the whole messy labour… and move straight on to the next one!

What did I discover about myself?

Not much… not really… no surprises… though interesting to put a few things into sequence… and to notice patterns and repeats…cycles and spirals and fractals…

You know… I take an extraordinary  amount of photos and first thing this morning I flipped through my stash of tens of thousands, whilst I thought about XXI The World… which image felt to resonate?

And this is the one that popped out…

XXI

Now this is a section from a larger image, it’s the top right hand quarter and the rest of the photo was just water and I’ve looked many times but today I looked and I noticed something I’d never noticed before… So I zoomed in for a closer look…

Look at that big mouthed fish trying to climb out…

And that got me thinking…. yeah… the world…

Sometimes it makes you feel…

Like a fish out of water…

Like a lamb to the slaughter…

Other times…

This pond ain’t big enough for the bunch of us… Ha! read that again… Now sing it in the style of Sparks!

This pond ain’t big enough for the bunch of us…

Duh nuh duh nuh… ~~~~ /\~~~~~\o/~~~~~

I said SPARKS!!! not SHARKS!!!

😀

Funnily enough… time  and dead line wise… The World has been the hardest…

I’ve had a whole day of being scuppered by time and business and loose ends and various inconveniences…

Though on the plus side, it’s certainly forced a few choices and decisions for me…

YUP!!! I am done with this now… Stuff this for a game of soldiers… This is the last time…

And also one of those odd random or maybe not so random things that happens to Tarot readers happened today…

I’ll just rewind slightly and make a note here that the hardest card dealt emotionally was Monsieur Le HangMan… and I seem to recall that I pulled a bit of a swerve on the writing in that post and took solace in Music… I like Music… I like lyrics… I like the succinctness of just a few syllables that summarise oh so much… But I digress… Anyway… I associate many things with the swinging one but the stinging view comes from betrayals…

So… Fast forward  to a few hours ago and a chance conversation with a stranger that picked at the scab…

Yeah… you know what… I don’t have the energy to speak anymore about this… It no longer exists in my world… it is gone!

A while later I’m doing some readings and I’m using a deck that is pretty much shot it and falling apart and in fact I have a brand new replacement deck… but… I’m loathe to retire the old one…

I read for the evening and I kept thinking my deck feels odd… I round up my readings… mmmm… this deck feels light…

I count my cards… 77… I count again… 77… and again… still…77…

I’m puzzled… In almost 30 years of toting decks, I’ve NEVER lost a single card…

I separate out the suits… who’s not here… I head straight to the Majors…

He’s gone… The Hangman is AWOL…

How can that be?

I was speaking to him only the other day… He came up in a reading and my cards were counted away… 78… all present and correct… Then placed in my gigging bag that is kept locked…

Mmmmmm… He’s pulled a Harry Houdini…

I’m more than slightly puzzled as to how he pulled that off…

Or did he…

After all… didn’t I just declare that he no longer existed in my world…

Maybe the Magician’s magicks wove a spell…

So… betrayal has left the building…

Old deck takes forced retirement

Shiny new deck comes out of the box…

I look at that fish again…

Maybe he’s a Darwin fish…

Maybe he just grew some legs…

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