Here’s a nice, simple sort of post for a Monday afternoon. Have you ever heard the advice to draw a tarot card every day? You probably have if you’ve read any books on tarot or checked out any other blogs. It’s a common piece of advice. I do it, and I note down the card in my day planner. I have a record — with gaps — going back three or four years, now.
There are two basic advantages to drawing a tarot card each day. The first is that you get a moment of thoughtfulness to consider the day itself. The second is that you’re getting experience with the cards, so you can begin to layer on your own personal interpretations.
For example, when I gave a reading to someone a few months ago, I pulled The Tower. Usually I’d read that as a kind of major life change. However, I’d gotten the card a week before. All that happened was I couldn’t get anything to go exactly right in the day. Given that the Tower was, probably, meant to depict the tower in Limbo (see Huson’s book on the origins of tarot symbolism), a day of minor annoyances could add up to a Tower day. The thought process has to go through why the day is bad, and it leads eventually to the realization that I’m building the “tower” myself — shades of Pink Floyd’s wall, basically. So when the client didn’t respond to the idea that something major had gone down recently, I asked if it felt as though every small thing that could go wrong was. They got excited to hear that.
So you can see the educational advantage. The “self care” advantage is clearer: think about the day for a moment, reflect on it. If you’re drawing the card first thing when you wake up, you can consider it as guidance.
I’m drawing two cards now. I’m actually writing this post about the cards I got for Sunday. They were somewhat odd and peculiar, but still.
So the first card is, for me, just “the day itself.” I suppose that usually means what the day will be like, what it will bring or take. The second card varies. Sunday’s was supposed to be “how can I prepare for the week ahead?”
I got the Ten of Swords and the Three of Swords, respectively.
That’s… that’s not a good-looking pair. They’re in the picture above, but I’ll inset it here as well:
The ten is about being struck down by too many ideas, too much on my mind. And it offers a glimmer of hope, but kind of in a “next life” sort of way. The corpse seems to have its head turned toward the brighter horizon.
The three is about old pain. I think one book I poked around in mentioned something about pain that’s become impersonal and abstract, perhaps because of age.
I mean. It was a bright, too-warm day. I was going to play games with my friends and day drink. What’s that about?
Well. Let’s see.
A close family friend, who I thought of as my grandfather or uncle growing up, just got moved to a semi-permanent rest home. It’s closer to home than where he was, but that just isn’t an exciting idea.
I also learned his house, across the street from my mom’s, is a rental. I thought that family would live there forever, like mine.
Mom wants to start planning Thanksgiving. It’s the fifth.
I don’t get to vote Tuesday! My state has nothing on its election slate for the year.
Our AC/central air isn’t working right, so it’s way too hot in here. It would pick the heat wave in November to crap out, right?
We just had to hassle our landlords for other stuff, so we’re both pre-frustrated about the possibility of a slow response to the air problem.
I suddenly met a lot of new people yesterday, so I still feel crazy today. That’s after a week of basically being a shut-in, since my wife took the week off for what I guess we would call a “stay-cation.”
Auugh. Like, none of these things are really bad news. Some of them aren’t bad at all! I met new people! But tiny little things just keep poking at me, all day. These are, mostly, the defining examples of first world problems, but they add up.
So that’s the ten sorted out for me pretty well. Knife after knife, no matter how small, eventually weigh down.
But what about that three? I could say “I’m not used to moving fast / dealing with a lot, because of my upbringing.” That would be a nice, neat way to deal with the issue. But I don’t think so. Though it’s surely true that I seize up if too much is happening at once. I grew up basically alone, with my parents and no siblings.
That old pain, I guess, is my family issues. I miss my dad this time of year a lot (you know, more than the usual feeling that’s an everyday thing). He died near the end of October. So there’s that. My mom’s kidney treatments are changing a bit. So that probably qualifies as an “old pain.”
But how does that help me prepare? Should I be ducking because I’ll get bad news? I don’t think so. I think it’s just the time of year to be thinking about that stuff. It is for me, at least. So this coming week may feature a lot of that.
I guess I could check in on Friday and see if I was right!
Apart from personal narrative time, what was the point of this post? Well, it models a way you could improve your use of tarot cards, and get some free daily self-care time, too. Give it a try.