July 13th, 2007

baba yaga

St. Francis and the Doves

Today I have created a spread for the Dutch Tarot Magazine. I had already used it for a lesson (about the Star), but today I rewrote it a bit. The spread is to be used alongside a fioretti, a story about St. Francis. In the story St. Francis rescues doves who are being sold, probably to owners who would treat them cruelly and put them to death. St. Francis saves them and builds nests for them in the garden of the brothers. They begin to lay there eggs and hatch them. They are tame and familiar with the brothers as if they were hens. 

In the story St. Francis compares doves to humble, pure and faithful souls. I took the subject of the soul literal, seeing it as our ‘soul’ and made the spread about the theme of our ‘soul’, our deepest selves, that can be treated cruelly or even put to death, but can develop and grow if it is protected and treated nicely. I pulled a card to the first question of the spread: “How can my soul be cruelly treated (by me or someone else)?” Guess what came up… Eight of Pentacles of the Victorian Romantic Tarot; the same card that I pulled as Card 1 of "Picture the Pain" spread, a spread I did in the last week of May, and in which this card showed "The Pain."  


On the card a young man is painting a vase, very, very precise and perfectionist. That is me working on my courses and stuff. Something I do all day. The concentration of the young man is just the same as mine, even the posture is right. To be honest, it was not uplifting; again an image that shows I need to care for my health.
maria in garden


I was planning to pull another card today, not the one of the spread I created for the Tarot Magazine. Yesterday I recommended Tarot for all Seasons by Christine Jette to someone, and I remembered there are spreads for the Esbats in this book. Since it is almost Dark Moon now, I thought it would be nice to pick a card from the Dark Goddess, the spread that belongs to the waning moon. I read the card for position eight in the spread, called “Perspective”. The card puts my life into perspective with the “master plan”.

I was planning to use the Jane Austen Tarot, but I picked the wrong deck from the table. By accident I used the Victorian Romantic Tarot. I did not notice it until I flipped the card over, and was surprised to see this voluptuous naked woman. So not Jane Austen. 


But well, The Star is a lovely card to receive; I do not put it back. Fate has given it to me. And the card is apt as well. I wanted to be more optimistic, but before I know it I am putting myself down again with all sorts of impossible demands I will never be able to answer. Right now I cannot even enjoy finishing something. All I can think now is, "I did this work too intense and I worked too hard." Yikers! That is not the way to go. What does not help either is that I must present a paper on a mini-symposium on complementary Health Care about tarot and Health Care. I am nervous about it and want to finish things up, so I can start writing it.

Putting my life into perspective is to keep up hope, even if I think all is grim and that I will never be able to change my attitude to work and health. Hope and optimism, and being gentle to myself, that is what the soft silvery skin is saying to me, which I see glimmering out of a corner of my eye.
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