the snow is steaming on the mum fields next door, a thick blanket of mist rising into the damp bright air. the birds are bickering and cheeping in the birches besides my desk. the waterfall connecting the upper and lower ponds gurgles over the rocks.
when i was little my favorite hour of the week was first thing saturday morning. early on a saturday, the long hours lie ahead, golden with potential, ripe with opportunity.
last night, i drew what i have come to think of as my Dream Card - a card from any of my tarot or oracle decks that draws my attention. it is the last image i hold in my mind before i fall asleep, it's an Invitation to Spirit to Visit me in my dreams. last night, i drew the ten of cups - the "quest for knowledge" card in the caitlin matthew's celtic wisdom tarot. it depicts a man on his knees before an enormous cup, into which otherworldly spirits pour Divine Energy. it whispered to me last night, and speaks to me even more loudly now.
my daily three cards are the knight of pentacles, the high priestess, and the five of cups. the five of cups is the most interesting card for me of all these three, the one with the most important part of the message. on it's most superficial level, i think of it as the "crying over spilled milk" card - because it usually depicts a hooded figure bowed over three empty cups while two full ones sit beside her or him.
but in this deck - the druid-craft tarot, a deck Beloved gave me for christmas this year and one i keep only for myself - the figure is depicted beside a river - with one foot hovering just above the water, and the other planted firmly on the earth. from out of the water, arcs a salmon - always a potent symbol in celtic myth. what this card says to me is that the way to bridge the gap between the OtherWorld and this one is to keep my heart open, and a few extra cups handy.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.