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  • 2020 Tarot Court Card | Attention to Detail Required

    2020 Tarot Court Card | Attention to Detail Required

    This guy. THIS GUY!

    If you have worked out your Court Card for 2020, you will hopefully be factoring in their guidance for the coming year.

    I like to look at them as attitudes that can affect your every interaction – if you let them. (See tomorrow’s blog post!)

    I patiently worked out that my 2020 companion in arms would be Court Card No 7 and promptly checked my ready reckoner of court card number allocations and tooted to all and sundry that my main man for 2020 was going to be the Knight of Wands.

    Knight of Wands Alexander Daniloff
    Not, in fact, THIS GUY.

    Reader, I got myself a THEME TUNE, some words to live by and was very much looking forward to roaring into 2020 with my fiery companion.

    Except I was wrong. Head-the-desk-stoopid wrong.

    My companion is, as was gently pointed out to me by a much more reasonable head than my own on instagram, the Knight of Swords. For it is HE who is No 7.

    I double-checked. Which is crazy because I quadruple-checked the first time. And yet I’d still read the information wrongly.

    Far too much hash-bash-let-me-at-em Knight of Wands energy and not enough cerebral Swords energy.

    And YET, now that I see him, he is indeed the perfect energy that I will need for 2020. Heck, even this morning I shared info about Northumberland Humane Society thinking that it was Northumberland in the UK, when it was actually Northumberland in CANADA.

    Yeah, Swords energy is going to be very, very important this year.

    So, my dear friends, for all of you who have ended up confused AF as to how Court Card 7 can be the Knight of Wands when the eyes in your head are showing you that Court Card 7 is the Knight of Swords …. I am truly sorry. Also – I like to keep you on your toes 😀

    Proof, if proof were needed, that I don’t so much as have feet of clay, as boots of concrete when it comes to Tarot Court cards.

    On the upside, it shows that it works – I’m in much more need of the Knight of Swords than the Knight of Wands – witness the cock-ups that I am making a scant 3 days into the year.

    And with that, I shall now edit my own 2020 info in the other posts to make better sense.

    Apologies!

  • Knights of Wands | Annoying little gaming dudes

    Forget the bare arms –
    pull on a sweater, woman!

    So, it was Sunday.  I am alone in the house.  I am luxuriating a la Queen of Pentacles mode on the sofa with the soundtrack from Gypsy playing discretely.  Well, as about discretely as you can have Miss Mazeppa and her bugle,  a pot of posh coffee on the go…..the Sunday newspapers….I was in heaven.

    Until.

    My son and his equally computer-mad friend arrive at the door, asking whether they could just have ‘an hour’ playing a game on line.

    Don’t ask me what it was.  They tell me that it’s building space-craft but there seems to be a LOT of shooting involved in building spacecraft the way they do it.

    Anyway, I acquiesced, determined to keep my Sunday Morning Pentacly Vibe going for as long as possible.

    And so I read the paper, ignoring the explosive noises coming from next door and supped at my coffee and let Ethel Merman do her lung-busting thang.

    And the house got colder.

    And colder…..

    And colder……

    Until it was colder than a nun’s, erm, HEART.

    I turned the radiator up the sitting room.  Nothing.  My heart sank – we only had a new boiler fitted in August. Surely it wasn’t on the blink already?

    It came with a fancy new wifi thing called Hive. Which is MAGIC.  When it works.  You can turn your central heating up or down or on or off from anywhere in the world.  But not from the living room radiator by the looks of things.

    I went into my son’s room and tapped the Hive unit anxiously.  No lights.  No nothing.  Surely that wasn’t right?

    ‘Have you done anything to this?’ I ask a small gaming Knight of Wands.

    ‘To what?’  his fingers dance over the keyboard, his gaze locked on the screen.  His face lit up in an eery blue light.

    ‘THIS’ I say, resisting the urge to smack him round the back of the head with the Hive hub.  The Queen of Pentacles’ relaxed, nurturing energy was spiralling down the plughole faster than the incoming Queen of Wands wrath was climbing up it….

    ‘Nope.  Not touched it.’

    I fiddle about with the settings at the back of the Hive hub and pull gently on the cable that runs to the wall socket.  It feels suspiciously NOT PLUGGED IN.

    I trace the path of the wire, crawling beneath the computer desk and emerge with the plug.  In my hand.  Not plugged in.

    ‘You’ve unplugged it!’ I bellow fearsomely.  This time I do give him an irritated smack – it ruffles his hair and his pride, but not much else.

    ‘Oh is THAT what that plug’s for?  oh right! Sorry! Yeah, I unplugged it.’  His fingers don’t miss a beat on the keyboard.  His small gaming friend won’t make eye-contact with me.  They are a couple of guilty puppies.

    I sigh and pick up the telephone to the helpline…

    And lo! dear reader,  it took about an hour of running from room to room with the phone clamped to my ear, taking batteries out of thermostats, switching off the boiler, switching it back on, moving booster plugs….until the heating went back online….. and I headed straight to the drink’s cabinet for a celebratory (and warming!) whisky and ginger ale.

    Well, it was 5 o’clock somewhere, right?

    Court insights:

    Knight of Wands behaviour – action without thinking.  Mindless gaming activity.
    Queen of Pentacles behaviour – luxury and self-care.  Includes restorative whisky.
    Queen of Wands behaviour – fast-rising wrath that is unabated by motherly love.  Or even chocolate.

    Enjoy the Gypsy toon 😀

  • Which Tarot court card hand-rears baby birds?

    No, it’s not a trick question, but a genuine one because as of yesterday afternoon, I am guardian to a baby crow which is FAIRLY close to ‘black bin bag’ territory, if you catch my drift…..

    I was weeding in the greenhouse (in a foul mood actually because 24 hours earlier I’d planted a rather ‘spensive clematis in the front garden and discovered today that Tartarus has joyfully weed-killered it). Reader, I was attacking those tiny green unwanted SOBs with GUSTO (imagining each one of them to be a tiny husband).

    A shadow fell across the doorway:  Tartarus.

    ‘I suppose you’ll be wanting to try to save this one too then?’  I turned round expecting to see another weed-killered plant, but instead it was….


    ……a very floppy chick.

    Well, I say ‘chick’ but it was quite well-on;  it had all its feathers, but he just didn’t have any energy to fly in this really hot weather.  His eyes didn’t look too bright and it’s never good when you can actually manage to pick them up.

    I marched up the garden to the shed and opened the door – very cool and dark in there AND it is all geared up for imminent baby crow arrival (a big lidded box with newspaper).  Sadly, this baby bird feeding lark is a road I’ve been down before.  And found it to be a cul-de-sac.  KNOW WHAT I’M SAYIN’?  *looks at you meaningfully*

    Tartarus tipped chickie (let’s call him Noir because he’s black) in to the box and he just sort of sat there.

    Well, nothing ventured nothing gained, isn’t that what they say?  So I got my tiny dropper (available from any chemist) and a little glass of water and between us, Tartarus and I managed to give Noir a couple of droppers of water.

    We shut up the box and went off to, well, basically be in The Huff with each other about the callous clematis murder in the front garden for a few more hours.

    About an hour later I thought I’d better have a look in on the bird and was heartened to see that he was much more active.  And he’d done a poop – always good news.

    Time to try a little mashed dog food.

    Nero (our greyhound) looked very interested indeed as I opened some Pedigree Chum and spooned some into an egg cup and frantically mashed it to bits with the back of a spoon.

    Tartarus got his gloves on again and I set-to with the dog food and tweezers.  Noir was very active indeed and we considered letting him go at this point.  He hopped out of the box and teetered unsteadily on the edge of it, his eyes were now nice and bright…..and – would you bloody believe it – the damned dog made a lunge for him!

    Cue much screaming and shouting at the dog as we scooped up the bird and popped him back into the safety of his box.  Well, if he survives until tomorrow he will have survived more than any of the other birds that I have tried to rescue.

    So, which court card am I?

    Unfortunately, I think I’m a bit Knight of Wands about all this – rushing around, trying to rescue a bird that has probably been abandoned because its not viable.  The Knight is definitely someone who TRIES to effect a rescue.  Is he successful?  Perhaps not. The Knight doesn’t have a lot of ‘stick-to-it-ness’ as fellow Tarot blogger Chloe so wonderfully pointed out.

    Like the Knight, I have NO plan at all for this bird, other than getting it to live until tomorrow. What if Noir survives? I haven’t thought that far ahead – I’m offsky at the weekend to a gig on the mainland – what then?! Should I look for 23 blackbirds and a packet of pastry?!

    What I really NEED to be is the Queen of Pentacles and patiently nurture and care for this little soul in dire straits.  I need to take things more slowly, be more deliberate, find out what care he really needs and be prepared to do what it takes.  Even if that means mashing up worms.  Or consigning him to the Black Bin bag.

    And the Queen of Pentacles will do well to remember that we can’t all be James Herriot.

    **NB** I wrote this post a couple of nights ago and I’m delighted to say that I released him back into the wild, well, the garden at any rate, this morning.  I spotted him this afternoon, up a tree, so providing he can pick up some grubs and stuff, he can keep himself out of harms way.  I’m calling this a ‘successful outcome’.  Until I find his desiccated body in the undergrowth in a few months.

    Update 25/6/14 – He returned to the garden twice since I wrote this post.  He had a few chunks of dog food and then proceeded to enthral me with some wobbly flights.  Yesterday, 24th June, he flew out of the garden over the gate, lovely and straight, away over all the back gardens – he can feed himself and he can fly.  Job done.

    Queen of Pents!

  • The 8 Marriages and 7 Husbands of Elizabeth Taylor

    King and Queen of Wands

    One of the side effects of living as Elizabeth Taylor for a week (other than really sore eyes from too much mascara and eye-liner) was an unhealthy interest in her many husbands.  And bourbon.

    Why not, suggested a friend, write about her husbands and relate them to various Tarot court cards? Why not, indeed.  

    Elizabeth Taylor’s love life is the stuff of legend – death, divorce, adultery – all seen through the lens of a newly born media merry-go-round.

    Mine is exactly the same – apart from the death, adultery and celebrity, of course.

    There’s a lot to get through – shall we just dive in?

    (more…)

  • Knight to King: Check your mate!

    Tartarus as he is today –
    Still clutching a motorbike wheel!

    So, I started dating my other half when we were at school.  At that point he was a clever, bespectacled lad with a bit of a wild side.  The specs were soon ditched for contact lenses and as soon as the school blazer was abandoned, he embraced motorbikes with messianic fervour.



    The Knight of Wands


    He was, as Lord Byron once put it, ‘mad, bad and dangerous to know.’  Well, he wasn’t mad.  But two out of three ain’t bad.  As St Meat of Loaf once put it.

    He joined the merchant navy and headed off to see the world.  He came home tanned and wore his hair, as you can see here, in a mullet.  In his defence, it WAS the haircut du jour.  He also liked to wear sleeveless (fairly tight) t-shirts to show off his tanned and toned bits and bobs.  Dear reader, he was quite the catch.

    He rode a big motorbike.  He worked hard and played equally hard – AC/DC was his drug of choice and, dear reader, to a girl who listened to nothing but Kate Bush it was THRILLING!!!

    Of course, being somewhat bookish and conservative by nature, I wasn’t too keen on strapping my legs cross his velvet engines (as the Blessed Bruce recommended) preferring instead to persuade my long-suffering dad to drive me to wherever it was we were meeting in his permanently filthy orange Opel Ascona.  I wasn’t exactly high-ranking on the cool charts.

    So what did he see in me?  Possibly the challenge of conquest.  He wooed me with gifts from his foreign travels – expensive perfume from distant airports, cowboy boots from America, silk pictures from the Orient, gold and pirated music cassettes from the Middle East….

    It fairly turned a girl’s head.

    Fast forward 30 years *does the wobbly time-shift hands thing*

    He still has hair, but the only mullet that he will ever see is one slightly steamed and served up to him on a plate with some boiled potatoes.  He’s still tanned.  But he avoids anything that might cling to his….physique (he likes his food!).

    Somewhere along the way, he also seems to have morphed into some kind of Silverback gorilla.  When he’s shaving, he has to decide where to stop before he starts, otherwise he’ll still be shaving at his navel.

    He has become very successful at what he does – marine engineering.  He was the youngest Chief Engineer in his Company *swells with pride face*

    Tartarus understands money.   He has bookmarked the thisismoney website and regularly shifts money from one account to another to maximise the interest.  Reader, he understands Equity Bonds.

    I can barely cope with different James Bonds.

    Without a doubt, he’s a Man’s Man.  Apostles Men regularly make the pilgrimage to our garage for car/motorbike/boat engine advice and treat it with the same reverence as one might the pronouncements of a Harley Street surgeon.

    He’s an exceptionally hands-on sort of man and has somehow developed the skills to lay a patio, build a garage, fit a kitchen and…. if I’m really honest….he’d rather repaper our bedroom these days than set it on fire with passion 😀

    Dear Reader, my lovely Knight of Wands has turned into the King of Pentacles.

    I, of course, am still the same radiant slab of Queen of Wands gorgeousness that he married……

    How has your partner changed since you got together? What card represented them at the time and what have they grown into? And what about YOU?!

  • Feeling like….The Knight of Wands…wayhay!

    Count Lilac – Matthew Bourne’s Sleeping Beauty

    It has been half term here – now over, thank goodness!

    School holidays are not my favourite time because I still have the same amount of work to do, but only now with a small boy hanging over my shoulder telling me how bored he is.

    I sometimes wish that I’d had more than one child – even if they didn’t play together well, they could have at least entertained themselves by fighting like cat and dog.

    Last week I did something that was entirely Knight of Wands….

    ….I was sitting at the computer, still fuzzy-headed and bejammied, nursing my morning cup of tea, idly speculating on something that I could do that day with Sonshine that would keep him entertained but that wouldn’t leave me stupified.  My gaze alighted on an advertisement for Matthew Bourne’s Sleeping Beauty ballet.

    I’m a big fan of Bourne’s Swan Lake (if you haven’t seen it – get yourself a DVD pronto! An all male corps de ballet was a BRILLIANT idea).

    That very afternoon, within travelling distance of me on the island, there was a matinee performance.

    Would my 12 year-old son be interested in a ballet?  Did I really care?!

    I looked at the price of the tickets – fairly ‘spensive.  Hmmm – it would be wonderful…..

    I threw caution to the wind and I booked two tickets AND a hotel for us.  And then realised that in order to make the performance, we would need to be on the NEXT FERRY!!!

    Reader, with less than an hour in hand, Sonshine was summoned from his position in front of the telly (I know, I’m a bad mother!) and we both hastily showered, changed and packed a bag.  And found ourselves, somewhat breathless, on the 11am ferry!

    Sonshine sat gazing around him, blinking in disbelief. ‘We did it!’

    Totally spontaneous behaviour! I secretly crow and congratulate myself on being the Knight of Wands – impulse, acting on desires, not considering the consequences of my actions too deeply…. ah yes, the work would just have to wait until the following day.

    Ah and there’s the other thing! I then had to tell my 12 year-old Warhammer-obsessed son that we were off to the BALLET.  Which he accepted with much better grace than I imagined. I think that he must have been working his inner Page of Pentacles – embracing a new experience!

    Review:  Get yourself some tickets to see this ballet – even if it’s just for the puppet! Sonshine was (on the whole) mesmerised (having a £1 pair of opera glasses helped!) and the fairies carry the perfect amount of gothic malice that I like to see.  Excellent – go and see it!

  • One Singer, one song, but which Court Cards?

    So, here’s a little whimsy to get us eased into Wednesday – there are two well-define characters in this song (and I am NOT apologising for luffing a bit of Kenny Rogers) *defiant face*.

     Which Court Cards do you think they might be – right-sides up or reversed?