This time Jay and Sharon, our Wranglers have provided us with two topics. 1: to tell which card represents us the most; 2: to create a recipe using the tarot.
Now, I have already did the second one in another blog hop, so the other option provided more appeal. But then, I don’t want to bore you, dear reader, to XIII with my praising myself and explaining why I must be the HP. Or the Empress. Or Strength. Or whatever. I would obviously choose a “good” card and you’d have to listen to me being not very humble. Na-ah, not gonna happen.
Still, to stay within the given topic of the hop, I needed to talk about myself in tarot terms, and so I have put a little twist on it: pick a card you wouldn’t want as a significator and look for a meaning you’d be comfortable with, should that card come up in a reading as you.
Dang that’s hard.
Now, I do love the darker side of the tarot – my favourite card is actually Death. I’m not afraid of a Tower month or a Hanged Man year, oh no (by the way these are the cards I got for March and for 2019 respectively). I readily admit my faults and wouldn’t be surprised if the 7 of Swords popped up to describe me. My problem cards are the fluffy ones that are too good to be true, and the card that makes me groan is the Ten of Cups.
Why, I hear you ask?
People expecting the Happily Ever After of fairy tales and breaking up with their pretty decent partners because they had a fight. Groan.
People acting like nothing’s wrong and they have a perfect family life when both partners are unhappy and/or are cheating on each other – more or less secretly. Groan.
People staying together because of the kids only, inevitably teaching the little ones that there is no such thing as a happy marriage. Groan.
Such nonsense makes me doubt whether the 10 of Cups really has a happy meaning or is it in fact one of the darkest cards of the deck. I dread it popping up in my life. It is overflowing, over the top, excessive, and has nowhere to grow further. (Like my list of synonyms for “too much”.)
Maybe it’s just my Marseille-background-brain. Maybe I have just heard too many of such stories connected to this card. Maybe I just never saw the picture perfect family of the lore. Whatever it is, I need to think hard if I want to be ready to embrace the Ten of Cups. Again, groan.
Like your normal tarot reader who also has some creativity in them, I went on to create a few versions of the 10 of Cups to connect to its concept better. Hold on to your socks, enlightenment is on the way!
“Married… with Children” was one of the few sitcoms that have been aired in Hungary on channels even I had access to (my mom was against cable tv, preferring us to get out of the house and play in the garden). I loved “Married… with Children”. It was hilarious. It was real. And even though Al and Peggy picked on each other and bickered all the time, at the end of the day, they did love each other and their kids. And that love kept them together and made their family more functional than some of the relationships I see in normal life. This is called unconditional love: loving your husband with his stinking feet and his constant complaining; loving your wife with her constant taunting and her cigarettes. I feel a facebook motivational quote coming up!
Huh, not bad! This hop prompt has led to a very enlightening moment regarding some situations in my life. Maybe the Ten of Cups isn’t such a bad card after all. I can relate to this kind of interpretation: “happily tolerating each other ever after”. Thank you, Jay and Sharron!
I’m off to look for some more good background images for my “beautiful” quote, so hop on! Happy Lent and Easter and Equinox and Almost-Weekend, and whatever you celebrate! And don’t forget to look up if you have a clear sky tonight for the super-worm-moon! (Disappointing name, awesome sight! Just like Marcy’s second husband. Right, Mrs Marcy D’arcy?)