Tarot

As I mention from time to time, I find it an interesting practice to draw a weekly and annual Tarot card.  I don’t know if I believe in it, but it really doesn’t matter.  It’s interesting.  It acts like a Rorschach or a filter, allowing you to focus on one aspect of your life.  Imagine if you took a series of lens and looked the world, to see what colors it elicited: a green lens, a purple lens, a pink lens.

Or imagine using essential oils to pull out latent aromas in food, cigars and wine?  What if you drank cherry wine while diffusing cherry essential oil (or something complimentary)?  I may actually need to try that.  Kijafa is quite good.

But of course I meant to say something else entirely.  Here is the thing about Tarot: ALL the cards are good.  There are no bad cards.  There are no cards that are gloom and doom.  I have pulled the Death card.  I have pulled a card where a dead body lies bleeding, pierced by many swords.

Living is transforming.  Not transforming, not changing, is mere existence.  It is dull, and not at all the point of life.  To transform, parts of you must die.  You must leave things and people and ideas and old emotions behind.  You must live light.

So all the cards, essentially, are either amplifications, or indications something is falling away.  Either something bad is ending, or something good is beginning or getting stronger.

You cannot do better for a philosophy of life than by assuming you can handle everything Life throws at you and make good of it somehow.  Tarot, to me, embodies this.

Edit: I will share a dream I had a few weeks ago.  I was in a many wheeled off-road vehicle with my kids, and everything was falling apart.  I wound up driving on a series of telephone poles many feet off the ground, all of which were collapsing as I was driving, but I stayed the course.  I kept above it all, in a constant dance of power and balance, and in the dream I thought to myself “This engine is damn strong.”.  It all ended well.  We covered the contested ground.