Special New Moon – ND #130

More Turkeys – Photo: L. Weikel

Special New Moon

While my primary intention is to talk about the especially special new moon this Saturday, I’m actually going to include a photo of the turkeys I saw again on my walk today. This flock was kind enough to meander in the field a bit closer to me today, enabling me to improve at least a little bit over yesterday’s photo.

And since Turkeys are a gift, I’d like to off this post to you as a reminder to pay attention to the phase of the moon this weekend, for there are some powerful aspects taking place above our heads.

Black Moon

I learned something new today. While I’ve heard of a ‘blue’ moon – which is a second full moon happening within the span of a single month, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a ‘black’ moon. There’s a Dark Moon – which is sort of related, given that it stands for the phase of the moon when it’s completely new (hence ‘dark’). But a black moon is – you guessed it – the second new moon happening within the span of a single month.

I’m not sure, but it seems like a black moon might be a bit more rare than a blue moon, which is ironic if true, since we use the term ‘once in a blue moon’ to mean something is quite rare. Ah yes, I did find confirmation of that suspicion here. Somehow, though, ‘once in a black moon’ doesn’t sound quite as, umm, colorful.

Partial Solar Eclipse

The other astronomical phenomenon that’s occurring in connection with this Saturday’s new moon, which reaches its full ‘newness’ at 4:28 p.m. ET (that sounds like an oxymoron), is a partial solar eclipse. This phenomenon reaches its peak at 4:51 p.m. ET, although we won’t be able to see it from here.

This partial solar eclipse kicks off this year’s first eclipse ‘season,’ as eclipses occur in usually two or three successive phases of new/full/new moons.

The next eclipse in this season’s series will take place on May 16th. Technically, the beginning of the eclipse process (which we’ve all witnessed by now at some point or another over the past three or four years, right?) will begin at 9:30 p.m. on May 15th, with the moon’s face being completely engulfed in the shadow of the Earth at 00:12 a.m. ET on the 16th.

But the significance of that eclipse is for another day.

What’s It Mean For You?

The partial solar eclipse, which occurs this Saturday, may well kick off some especially powerful new beginnings, sweeping out the old and heralding the new in more dramatic fashion than we might expect. Here’s at least one astrologer’s (Chani’s) interpretation of how this new moon in Taurus, given a boost of pizzazz by the eclipse, might manifest or play out in your life.

Remember to read both your sun sign and your ascendant (rising) sign. See which one feels more relevant to your experience on this especially special new moon.

Flock of turkeys – Photo: L. Weikel

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Avian Extravaganza – ND #129

Red-Shouldered Hawk – Photo: L. Weikel

Avian Extravaganza

While I may be indulging my more reclusive tendencies lately, all of you are never far from my thoughts. So when this blustery, cloud-crowded day proved to be an avian extravaganza, I knew I’d succumb to the temptation and share a few photos of my encounters.

The photo above is a Red Shouldered Hawk – one of several nesting in the trees lining the fields around our home. Yes, they’re nesting; but it’s the mid-air swoops and daredevil dives amidst screams of passion (and sometimes what seems like relentless badgering) that makes their mating the most notable activity.

I only distinctly noticed and accurately identified the Red Shouldered Hawks in our area a year ago. In fact, I wrote about the first relentless mating calls, discernible through closed doors and windows, here just last year. I could’ve sworn it was at least two years ago, but nope. Lucky for me, I have my searchable blog posts at my fingertips to remind me of the exact dates when I started writing about these winged messengers.

Eagle Approaching Nest – Photo: L. Weikel

Eagles, Too

After I managed to sneak up on the Red Shouldered just as it took off from the wire it was perching on, surveying the field for a four-legged snack, I headed down River Road. There’s a place along the Delaware River where a massive eagles’ nest sits wedged in a proportionately gigantic sycamore on the New Jersey side. It never ceases to thrill me to see the heads of eaglets and, more obviously, the white heads of the parents, popping up from that compact-car sized conglomeration of sticks.

Just as I pulled off to the side of the road to see if I could catch a glimpse of these majestic birds of prey, one of the parents hopped up and plunged from the nest. Its broad wingspan scooped the air and it soared upriver, eluding my efforts to catch a photo of it in flight. I was excited by the sighting – I’ll forever be a child of the DDT era, when all our raptors were in serious threat of extinction – and decided to wait to see if Mommy or Daddy might return pretty quickly.

My patience was rewarded! I don’t think I had to wait longer than five or ten minutes before I caught sight of its return. And while I’m sharing the best ‘still’ shot I can manage, I wish I could upload the ‘live’ shot that captures this gorgeous bird sweeping upward and landing in the nest. It may be hard to discern the eagle because of the outstanding way in which its coloring blends so well with the sycamores and other trees lining the river.

Turkeys: “On your marks, get set, GO!” – Photo: L. Weikel

Yet Another Gift

Later today, the pups and I were cramming in a quick walk before it started sleeting. Lo and behold, four turkeys were having a little coffee klatch in the middle of the field when all of a sudden they decided to take cover. Never underestimate the speed of a running turkey. They are hilariously fast on their feet.

But when Turkey shows up in your life, it’s often heralding a gift that you need to recognize and be grateful for receiving. The turkeys I saw today reminded me of just how incredibly lucky I am to receive the gift (Turkey) of a message (Hawk) from Spirit (Eagle). And the message was probably to savor the richness of the avian extravaganza surrounding me.

For while I’m only including photos of these three species (and none of them doing justice to their subjects), I was also graced with the presence of geese, black vultures, turkey vultures, blue jays, red-winged blackbirds, mourning doves, sparrows, goldfinches, cardinals, starlings, and fish crows. And while it was a tad too cold today, I actually had my first hummingbird visit my porch on Sunday.

And the only thing better than receiving the gift of having all of these birds show up in my life all in one day, was the message – the reminder – from Spirit that I have friends with whom to share my joy.

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Reflections – ND #128

Photo: L. Weikel

Reflections

There’s something about photos of reflections that captivates my imagination. It’s almost like playing the game of whisper down the alley. No, that might not be it. Perhaps it’s akin to looking at a scene through old-fashioned European rolled glass; the kind that’s sometimes used in stained glass projects.

I’ve taken a few photos of reflections that I could sit and stare at for hours. Sometimes the water appears totally calm, yet the shift in the whole texture of the reflection makes it obvious that there’s movement we might otherwise miss.

I love this – Photo: L. Weikel

The photo just above is one of those that I could stare at and lose myself within. There’s something about it – I think it exudes the vibration of a watercolor. Or maybe some kind of textured painting? Not being an artist nor having any education in the field, I will confess to knowing nothing of which I speak, other than what I feel when I look at these photos.

This captivates me every time – Photo: L. Weikel

Two other photos – reflections off the surface of the Tohickon (as opposed to a big puddle) – also spring to mind. I captured them in this post (but have included one of them above).

There’s a peace, a calm, that I feel emanating from them. There’s also an aliveness conveyed that feels almost more juicy – or is it ethereal? – than the objects themselves.

Perspective on the Reflection – Photo: L. Weikel

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Chocolate Lambs – ND # 127

Chocolate Lambs – Photo: L. Weikel

Chocolate Lambs

This will be a quick pre-Easter post. I couldn’t believe my eyes the other day when I saw these chocolate lambs (with their tails dipped in white chocolate!) gamboling in the field behind our house. Naturally, I stopped my car and rolled down the window to take their photo – and couldn’t believe my eyes when they both immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me. I don’t know what it surprised me so much, but it did.

It sure looks like these two could be identical twins. They couldn’t be cuter. And the two donkeys that share the field with them agree wholeheartedly, braying their approval.

Just another sign of the arrival of spring. Babies. Lambie-kins. Heck, I even saw sparrows getting frisky today underneath our feeders. Actually, the male snuck up behind the female and made her jump three feet in the air! Boy, did she give him a beak lashing.

Quick Pacha and Brutus Update

We’re all feeling the torture of not being able to play outside together. One has to stay inside while the other gets to frisk about outside. It’s especially torturous now that this warm weather has arrived. I wish I were quicker on the draw with my phone camera. Watching the pups try to catch bugs is simply adorable.

We’re all eagerly awaiting the end of this quarantine. The bright side to this, though, is that it does give Karl and me special one-on-one time with each pup that we rarely enjoy.

In the end, this ‘heat’ season may be bringing us all closer.

One thing I am not enjoying is the onset of tick season. Ugh. I just found two crawling on me as I wrote this post. Bleccch. I’m sure this warm weather is causing a tsunami of eggs to hatch. Ugh. Just the thought makes me shudder…

Just too cute – Photo: L. Weikel

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Usual Critters – ND #126

Young Opossum – Photo: L. Weikel

Usual Critters

You can tell it’s spring. The usual critters are busy being born and meandering out to explore the world.

We narrowly avoided a lesson in “who you sniff and don’t sniff” the other day on our walk. As you know, on our walks lately we’ve been rather preoccupied with keeping the biological imperative of Brutus from successful exploration. But they are wily little devils and make a game out of criss-crossing in front and occasionally in back of us. Tangled leashes are a constant source of entertainment.

But Pacha made a beeline toward the side of the road as we were going past the former home of Princess. Both Brutus and Pacha are always looking for her as we walk past her field. (Yeah, that’s a sad story…we can only presume she will be part of some people’s Easter repast. She’s been gone for at least two weeks. )

I didn’t really think about it when Pacha headed toward the tall grass at the side of the road until I caught sight in my peripheral vision of the poof of fur haphazardly laying amongst the dead leaves. Pacha was pretty far out on her leash – I think I was on one side of the road and she was moving rather rapidly toward that thing that quite obviously resembled a decent stuffed toy – when it suddenly dawned on me what I was seeing.

Suddenly, in an effort to get her to stop in her tracks, I hollered out to Pacha, “No! Come here!” I hoped she’d hear the urgency in my voice and obey it. She continued toward it, albeit a bit more slowly, giving me enough time to reel her in.

Youngster

Me being me, I pulled Pacha away, but at the same time, I walked toward the fur ball myself to see whether it was roadkill or just playing opossum.

Sure enough, this little creature opened its eye slightly and looked right at me. I told it I was sorry it had become frightened, and we would be moving on. The only thing on its entire body that moved was its eyelid. I did, of course, ask to take its photo so I could write about it.

Its fur looked really beautiful. My sense was that it wasn’t full grown – or at the most, this was its first full year. It seemed to be on the small side, compared to some of the very hefty ones I’ve seen hanging around our feeders in other years. Frankly, it was adorable.

(Which reminds me – I just took Pacha out to water the garden tonight and wasn’t an opossum waddling quickly away toward the dark shadows behind the house as I set her down? Luckily, she listened this time, too.)

Another confrontation avoided – whew.

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Jupiter-Neptune Conjunction – ND #125

Planetary lineup in the Southeast sky (above the horizon after dawn) – Sky Guide app

Jupiter-Neptune Conjunction

One of the major astrological aspects to occur in 2022 happens today (12 April 2022) at 10:42 a.m. EDT, with a Jupiter-Neptune conjunction. As you know, when planets are conjunct each other when they’re occupying the exact same place in the sky (from our perspective here on Earth).

These two planets only come together every 13 years, and of course each time they do, it’s in a different sign of the zodiac. This year, they’re both at 23 degrees 59 minutes of Pisces, and the last time Jupiter and Neptune were conjunct in Pisces was in 1856. Rather amazingly, in February of 1856 Russia lost the Crimean War to France and the Ottoman Empire. How weird that Russia is in a war over that same area 166 years later!

What’s It Mean?

In the simplest of terms, Jupiter is the planet of expansion. Wherever it goes, it tends to make things bigger or cause attributes to take on a more powerful presence. Jupiter is also the historical ruler of the sign of Pisces, which is a mutable water sign. Pisces is often known as the sign of mystics and dreamers.

So even if Jupiter were just traveling through Pisces on its own, we might expect dreams to play a bigger part in our life, both individually and on a collective (worldwide) basis. And when you consider that Jupiter is meeting up with Neptune, it’s likely that dreams (and possibly even illusions or delusions) could become much more pronounced.

It’s interesting to note that Neptune is also acutely connected to water. Once Neptune was discovered, it became the ruler of the sign of Pisces – and of course Neptune was the God of water, so this particular conjunction of planets in this specific sign calls forth a remarkably huge connection to water. And it’s good to remember that water is often associated with emotions.

Photo: L.Weikel

What To Do

While I’m giving the barest of basics with respect to what’s going on above us today, it seems important to watch how big and volatile our emotions may play out today. We also may realize, or perhaps finally decide to begin manifesting, our biggest, boldest, most audacious dreams. It’s also possible that we may realize that some of our dreams are, in fact, delusions (of grandeur, Jupiter might say). It seems like it might be tricky to navigate the waters of thinking grand thoughts for the future, while keeping them within the realm of possibility.

Since these are huge, slow moving planets, the effect of their conjunction is not as ‘flash-in-the-pan’ as, say, a Mercury transit. Mercury (or even more rapid a mover, the Moon) zip in and out of the signs and the various aspects they make with other planets. Jupiter and Neptune, meanwhile take their time, and their influence, while gradual, is often much more profound and long-lasting. And since they’re so slow moving, don’t feel you have to have all your aspirational ducks in a row as of 10:42 a.m.

Give yourself permission to feel the expansion of your greatest dreams. Ask yourself what you want to feel (and bring into your life) over the next 13 years. And if you need some inspiration, here’s something to listen to as you consider how this week may unfold for you (and us all). (Remember, we’re approaching a full moon on Friday!)

Certainly we’re beginning a new cycle of seeding the expansion of our dreams – a cycle that will take 13+ years to culminate. Remember: nourish your dreams well.

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Biological Imperative – ND #124

Finding Zen in the CC – ND #124

Biological Imperative

In case you didn’t get the veiled reference I made back in this post, our little Pacha and Brutus aren’t babies anymore. No, it would appear eight months of age heralds that magic moment when puppies (our puppies, at least) begin feeling their oats and desiring, with a biological imperative of epic ferocity, to sow them.

Yes, yes. Their plain old, standard issue crate has gradually morphed from being labeled the ‘Red Crate’ (so named since the last week of April) to the ‘Chastity Crate’ last night.

While Pacha felt a bit punk and confused over the bodily changes that started almost two weeks ago, she took a lot of comfort in bonding with me. All of a sudden, our notoriously rebellious and sassy Pacha became Mommy’s Girl Pacha – a role that surprised both of us. She stuck to me like Velcro. And to be clear, it wasn’t because she was trying to get away from any of the males or felines in the household. None of them were bugging her. It was simply a case of her needing to be understood without having to say a word. In other words, she needed some girl time a la The Red Crate*.

Brutus asking, “What????” – Photo: L. Weikel

And Then Everything Changed

As far as her flowering womanhood went, Brutus was curious and a little puzzled why she wasn’t seeming to want to play as much. He knew something was ‘going on down there,’ and he was happy to make sure she wasn’t dying. And while we did of course have to call him off (and her off him), the tackling of each other wasn’t happening overwhelmingly more often than it ever did. The two of them have always wrestled and messed around.

As it happens, I ran into a friend at Pet Smart yesterday and told her that Pacha was coming into her womanhood. (Becoming a bitch, while technically accurate, definitely holds far too much judgmental baggage.) She proceeded to tell me a story about her dad and how he thought he’d built some excellent pens for their dogs when they went into heat. Well. Their males apparently became so infatuated with their biological imperative that they literally ripped boards off the sides of the pens to be with their girls. Long story short: in no time there were 40 puppies.

She laughed when I said we seemed to be keeping them away from each other without much trouble.

I swear, I got home and what I’d sensed shifting that morning had become utterly manifest while I was out shopping (at Pet Smart, for one). Brutus has suddenly become a relentless rut-seeker. He is more single-minded than I have ever seen any animal be. And it has suddenly become a two person job to keep him off her.

It’s astounding.

Brutus not liking the CC quite as much as Pacha – Photo: L. Weikel

Enter the Chastity Crate

And so now the Red Crate had become the Chastity Crate. They take turns being inside it, since we don’t want it to feel like a punishment to either of them. Neither really seems to mind, although they’re both obviously sad and miss playing with their best friend.

When the lust becomes too much, there is some whining and digging at the CC. But they don’t get anywhere, so they eventually get tired and fall asleep.

To be honest, Pacha seems to enjoy being in the Chastity Crate more than Brutus, presumably because it’s a respite. Brutus simply looks forlorn and seems to wonder why his world has changed so drastically when all he wants to do is L-O-V-E his Pacha.

Sigh.

I feel you, Pacha-girl – Photo: L. Weikel

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Sparking My Intuition – ND #123

The Wildwood Tarot* by Mark Ryan and John Matthews

Sparking My Intuition

As I’ve mentioned many times over the years, I enjoy working with tarot cards in a hybrid manner, allowing myself to notice what I see in the details of the cards and what those details mean to me, and then also accessing the interpretation provided by the author/creator of the particular deck I’m using. When I first began allowing cards to trickle into my awareness and start sparking my intuition (and prompt some internal ‘ahas’), I used to think I had to have all the traditional card meanings memorized before I could even begin to work with them.

The RWS (Rider, Waite, Smith)* deck, which sports the traditional images most people are familiar with (or have at least seen somewhere or another) when they think of the tarot, only comes with a literal LWB (little white book). Actually it’s a little white booklet containing only the barest of meanings and interpretations. The paucity of information contained in that pamphlet only confirmed that the tarot was ‘beyond’ me.

My first exposure to the tarot was way back in the early 80s, and was introduced as a part of my metaphysical education. As I think I’ve said elsewhere, I resisted learning about the tarot. Let’s just say, over the years since then, everything has changed – not least being my attitude and awareness. And even more amazing are the hundreds (probably thousands) of other decks that have been created and published over the past 40 years, some of which make the tarot much more accessible than the RWS deck.

Every topic, every theme you can think of (and even many that make me wonder why they were thought of at all) are out there. And some have utterly amazing ‘LWBs.’ (Actually, while referred to by tarotists as LWBs, the books accompanying most decks nowadays are wonderfully descriptive and evocative, and contain a wealth of information and perspective. Many encourage us to flex our intuition.

Using the Book

And so it is that I tend to hold in high esteem the books that accompany my favorite decks. In fact, some decks have become my favorites precisely because of the magical way the LWB speaks to me. But that’s not to say I don’t honor my initial intuitive take on a card. Absolutely, I do. My sense of a card is more important than anything I might read, and I strive to remember that. But sometimes I’m amazed and grateful for the shift in perspective the author provides.

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I like to explain the importance of using the books that accompany decks. We have so many amazing resources available to us. We might as well use them (provided they resonate with us). If they don’t – don’t use them.

And so it is, I want to share what the authors/creators of The Wildwood Tarot included as explanation in their accompanying LWB for the cards I chose the other day. Notice both the similarities to what you ‘saw’ and intuited, as well as nuances or additional considerations that may never have occurred to you. As always, take what resonates with you and leave the rest.

Five of Stones – The Wildwood Tarot*

Five of Stones – Endurance

“Description:

A child dressed in simple skin clothing sits in the entrance of a cave, looking out at a dark shy split by lightning. A small fire burns before him and, by its light, we see that four deep cracks have split the walls of the cave entrance into five massive blocks of stone.

Meaning:

It takes inner strength and courage to protect yourself and survive the challenges of life. This may mean withdrawing from trauma to focus on emotional resilience.

Reading Point:

Of all the qualities a spiritual warrior or seeker on the journey of life must possess, the spirit and will to endure is most important. In the words of one screen Swordmaster, Bob Anderson: ‘Nobody said it was fair.’ There will be trials, and there will be harsh challenges. Life is a contact sport and there will be bruises. The desire and willpower to survive and recover from setbacks is vital and necessary. (…) Maintaining a resilient mind and retaining a sense of humour are most important to our health, along with the knowledge that the sun will rise on another day filled with opportunities.”

8 – The Stag – The Wildwood Tarot*

8 – The Stag

Position on the Wheel: The Stag shares the Spring Equinox, 21 March, with the Archer. He is associated with sunrise and the element of Air. This is the position of universal lore, where the energy of creative life enlivens the soul.

The card that was on the bottom of the deck when I chose the Five of Stones was this card, The Stag. As you know, I treat the bottom card as a foundation or nuance card. I ask and all the foundation card to give the main card I chose context.

The LWB (which is anything but), states as follows:

“Description:

The Stag, forest king and guardian, half human and half animal and verdant with greenery, looks out from the card with a steady and calm gaze. He holds a polished hafted axe and shield. His horns reach into the sky and are mirrored in the branches of the tree, before which he stands as a reminder of our cosmic connection to the universe and its manifestation in all organic life on the planet. The polished axe head is a manifestation of the human will to change the environment – and not always for the better, so a weighing-up of action and responsibility is necessary. The shield, which bears the image of the symbolic Major Oak, reminds us that we must preserve and protect our natural resources.

Meaning:

The concepts of forgiveness and reward are not appropriate here. They are human ideas, which have no reality in natural lore. One reaps what one has sown. Just as right or generous action brings fulfillment and peace, greed and vengeful desire bring bitter loneliness and disillusion. Balance will be maintained by the planet’s ecosystem. The justice it dispenses is longlasting, and it is both merciful and irrevocable in its final conclusions.

We are guests of the Earth, not its masters. And, like ill-mannered children at a banquet offered freely by a generous and forgiving host, we have behaved badly and are in danger of spoiling the gathering for everyone else. Our thoughtless greed and selfishness have seriously disturbed the ecosystem. The fine balance and interdependent connection between nature and humans is pivotal; if the balance is disturbed by an inappropriate or thoughtless action there will surely be a natural reaction and the balance will have to be reset.

On an individual level, this may involve haunting guilt over a wrong action or a subconscious feeling of bitterness because of an unfair situation. It signifies the karmic wheel of justice that rules our basic concepts of right and wrong, and the inescapable faith that justice will always be done.

On a global level, it may meant that the thoughtless rape of the rainforest will one day severely affect the weather patterns, and the polluted seas will one day produce poisoned fish that will be inedible. One day, in the not too distant future, our host, the Earth, may have no option but to give notice that the pendulum of justice has swung away from us and we will no longer be welcome at the banquet.

Both on an individual level and as a civilization, we are responsible for our actions and must be aware of their consequences.

Reading Points:

On a personal level, some kind of adjustment or interaction has taken place. The keyword here is ‘responsibility.’ We must, as individuals, constantly observe the rules and regulations of society, and these can fluctuate as the views and knowledge of civilization change. Whether on a political or moral level, we subconsciously know when a realignment of our perceptions is due. This is a time to welcome the justice that has arrived with the coming of spring and the fire of creation. Face the coming season with honesty and integrity and trust to right and appropriate action.”

Finally

When read in the context of what’s going on all around us in the world (and quite possibly in our own personal lives), it’s hard not to feel some sense that we’re seen and being spoken to.

I feel grateful for this insight. And I also trust my own ‘take’ on the cards as well.

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Intuition – ND #122

8 The Stag – The Wildwood Tarot*

Intuition

I never did look at the book that accompanies The Wildwood Tarot* last night. I pulled the cards, took photos of them, and gave my interpretation of what the cards said to me simply by looking at the images and using my intuition. I’m hoping each of you looked at the cards carefully too, and discerned for yourself what jumped out at you when you looked at them.

That’s one of the cool things about drawing a card or cards on behalf of a group. Just as we could all witness an occurrence together, be it an accident or bank robbery or any type of situation that is experienced by a group, and come away with our own unique recollection and interpretation of the event, we might all see something different in the cards chosen on our behalf.

Even though we may not be conscious of it, if we give ourselves permission to expand our awareness and pick up on the details that have meaning for us, we will often access guidance and insight that is, in fact, uniquely tailored to exactly what we need to receive in that moment.

It’s quite amazing – and a lot of fun to exercise this ‘intuition’ muscle.

The Book

While it’s always best to honor the intuitive inklings you receive regarding meanings or messages from a particular image, using the accompanying book can provide invaluable perspective, or add nuance to the details we’ve already picked up on.

So if you haven’t already looked at the images from yesterday and come to your own initial assessment as to what messages those cards may be bringing to you (or us as a collective), I encourage you to do so now.

In order to get my post sent out in time, I’m going to encourage you to take a look at these images again. Notice what you see. Reflect on what those details could mean metaphorically or symbolically.

Tomorrow I will share with you the details from the book.

Five of Stones – Endurance – The Wildwood Tarot* (Actually the top card from yesterday’s pick)

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Special Insight – ND #121

Five of Stones – The Wildwood Tarot*

Special Insight

I’ve tried pulling cards for us over the past week or so, hoping to receive some special insight or a shift in perspective, but none of my usual ‘go-to’ decks felt right. Just as I mentioned last night, my unsettled feeling extended even to this part of my life. It felt weird to pick up one of my trusted advisors, settle my feet on the ground, close my eyes and ask for guidance – only to have the deck feel off. It’s hard to describe, other than to say it felt like I was getting a, “No,” either “Not today,” or “Not me.” (Meaning the deck was saying, “Don’t work with me tonight! Pick from another deck!”)

Maybe that seems odd, but over the years I’ve actually come to rely on those ‘weird’ feelings I get. Not only do I rely on them – I trust them. And amazingly, I can get a sense from all sorts of things: plants, animals, people, situations, so-called inanimate objects. You name it. As I sit here thinking about it, I suppose sometimes it’s actually difficult to isolate precisely what it is that’s ‘speaking’ to me (in a sense). Perhaps it’s simply my own spidey-sense.

Whatever it is, intuition or communication, I’ve come to trust it.

Forgotten Friend

I was thus filled with a sense of relief and, well, delight when I noticed the forest green velveteen pouch with the subtly embossed Celtic knot design. It was leaning casually against a ceramic coffee cup crammed with a multiplicity of pens, as well as a couple pairs of scissors and some random pencils. It was as if the bag materialized there; I don’t remember the last time I looked at it and really saw it, and I wonder how long it had been sitting on this small table.

When I picked up the soft pouch, I instantly recalled that it holds my Wildwood Tarot* deck. “Ah,
my senses said. Perhaps this is the deck that can give us some guidance. It’s definitely an old friend. So I drew the cards out of their resting place and started shuffling, holding that weird sense I’ve been feeling and just posing a “What is this/what do I do with this?” question to the cards.

I chose 5 of Stones (Pentacles in the traditional tarot) with 8 – The Stag (Strength in the traditional tarot) underneath.

Five of Stones – The Wildwood Tarot*

Five of Stones

When I look at this card, I see what I feel like right now: I’m incredibly lucky to have shelter from the raging, scary, thunder and lightning storm ‘out there’ right now. I’m mostly safe, I am surrounded by massive stones that seem to hover over me, protectively. Indeed, I can even see faces in the stones, so the protection of these stones that form a cave behind me feels millennia old. I have a fire to keep me warm and I’m apparently unscathed (dry and healthy). I can always retreat deeper into the cave if I need to (although it is dark in there, so who knows what or who else might be in there!).

And the key word associated with the card is right there: Endurance.

Perhaps, right now, that is the name of the game. Keep the flame burning. Take shelter. Listen to the counsel of my ancestors through the wisdom of the stones.

8 – The Stag – The Wildwood Tarot

The Stag

Underneath that card was The Stag. Powerful and primal, this card speaks to me of power rooted in connection to Nature, to my roots, to what I know is powerful and true. This Being is grounded and can definitely protect itself, both offensively and defensively.  His shield holds the Tree of Life – depicting the truth of “As above, so below.”

It looks like there’s a lot of tangled shit behind him, which I’m not sure how to interpret (other than how it may reflect the convoluted state of our minds, with all the propaganda inundating us).

Ultimately, I feel that the foundation of this message from the cards is that those of us who belong to the land (who are connected with and aware of it and all Nature), who remember their interconnectedness, will stand their ground and maintain their sovereignty. And I feel that applies to all of us, no matter where we live at the moment.

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