Pearls of Wisdom tarot deck
I am the one who...
...sheds tears and collects them in a cup till they are overflowing, then they fall to the ground, join a stream, become part of a river. Unbeknownst to me (because I am so lost in looking straight ahead) the river originates in a place of beautiful rainbows and sun. My tears will become lost in the stream of it all. My path leads me in the direction of the rainbow hill, I will cross the rainbow bridge at some point. A little brown bird is already crossing it. That is my destiny even if I am unaware of it. I am one who spills out the sadness in my cup, lets go of it so it can fall and join the stream. There are many butterflies around me, symbols of transformation. The cups that I collect my tears in have symbols of infinity and love on them, forever love - god - I give my tears to you. I wear a dark and shapeless robe - perhaps I am like a nun practicing austerities (truly I am with the money situation right now).
I do feel like I am ready to move on (the pathway to the rainbow's end) at this point. Ready to give up this place of "being stuck". Drop those cups of sorrow. Now that I have finished that big pile of jewelry orders I'm going to the basement and get my mosaic materials ready. I have a commission to create a small mosaic wall. I will find out more about it soon but I want to get my stuff ready now.
I don't care for the look of this deck much - too bright and garish. The people are ugly. But I have decided to work my way though all my decks - a new one each day and this one was at the top of the stack.
I was able to capture a tiny snatch from a dream last night. Something about a group of hippies that I was a part of and we were walking along a stretch of road towards home that is beside French Creek at the base of Oak Hill. There were children in the group too - we were pushing baby carriages and holding the hands of little ones who could walk. When I woke up I remembered that today I will be walking on Oak Hill with Candy. That is one connection I can see. Though Chloe and Mike were here yesterday and they are borderline hippy-ish. I feel like they were the ones I was walking with in the dream. I was a part of a nomad group. We were homeless, and in the dream we were heading in the direction of "home". Chloe and Mile are still homeless - they own a house but it's not a home yet. They need to put a roof on it before they finish the interior and that won't happen till better weather this spring.
Last night we watched "The Naked Civil Servant", a 1975 film about the life of gay icon Quentin Crisp. I thought it was excellent. It was very amusing and sad too. He was very brave (in his own way) and very original. I'd like to read his book that this was made from.