The Queen of Cups rises to the occasion!
So, I am hideously casual with my jewellery. I have lost count of the number of times I have been sound asleep in bed only to bolt awake and upright thinking: “WHERE IS MY PENDANT?! I HAVEN’T SEEN IT IN YEARS!” and yes, it all happens in those horrible shouty capital letters.
Well, dear reader, I had one of those moments with my Big Gold Earrings. One of the perks of living with someone who travels the world is that they tend to bring you back amazing presents from odd places – I’ve had kimonos from Japan, cowboy boots from Texas, gold from The Gulf and Chlamydia from Brazil…..
Yeah, I’m half joking.
Amongst some of the spoils of
war trade were a pair of gold earrings. They are very large, so they are called My Big Gold Earrings.
I remembered putting them out on the bed as I debated with myself what I should wear to the ballet in Glasgow. But since I was travelling to the theatre by train, I opted for something less conspicuous.
And that was the last that I saw them.
Cut to two weeks ago and I had the ‘OH MY GOD WHERE ARE MY BIG GOLD EARRINGS?!’ moment at about 5am. So strong was the feeling that they were Lost and Gone Forever, that I got out of bed and went hunting for them.
Again, this is the sort of thing you can do when your other half is somewhere else in the world for long periods of time.
Nero the dog lifted his head from his basket, sighed and humphed himself into a comfortable position. I on the other hand had every drawer opened and cupboard turned inside out. No sign of the earrings.
This went on for DAYS.
My mother simply rolled her eyes when I telephoned to ask her whether I had maybe left them at her house. Like I say, I am a bit casual with my jewellery and the last thing that I’d left there was an engagement ring. Which SHE had given me. Which I didn’t notice I wasn’t wearing until mother telephoned me to ask where it was. When she had it all the time back on her finger. My mother is sneaky and emotionally manipulative. And mostly right.
I was so fed up racking my brains as to where the earrings might be that I drew a Tarot card. ‘Where on EARTH can I find my earrings. Just give me a visual clue, ok?’
And the card that I drew was this:
Since I tend to see my mother as The Queen of Cups, I idly wondered whether she really DID have the earrings and was Teaching Me A Lesson.
Some other thoughts:
They are near a chair
Near some kind of snake
In a cup
Near a bright light
In my outdoors jacket with the hood
A few more days passed and I had to go out in the car. ‘Oh look – cup holders,’ thought I. ‘That’s sort of like the Queen of Cups and her cup, I wonder if the earrings are there.’
And they were.
Have you used a Tarot card – more specifically a Court Card – to help you find a lost item?