Today’s deck is the Hush Tarot.
What kind of theme is “Hush”? It’s the name of the artist, Jeremy Hush. And the illustrations are gorgeous. They’re this 19th century-esque style that’s clearly still modern.
I don’t know if the illustrations were deliberate for the deck or are just chosen from an existing repertoire (and the fact that I can’t tell is indicative unto itself) but they’re amazing and the deck is great.
That said, I feel like sometimes when making decks, people stray away from the established meanings without thinking properly what they’re replacing things with and that affects how things come off. Like, a deck will replace the Four of Cups with some other Four Of Something without really evoking the imagery of “you’re so focused on the other things that you don’t see heavens literally handing you what you need”.
…unironically to this day that one Amy Rose deck I checked ages ago is one of the best in that front of transforming while keeping meaning.
Today’s reading is a reminder that whenever I feel overwhelmed by choices, to remember to take care of myself lest I wreck myself.
The day sure started in a rush.
I drag my ass out of bed to check the mail and my new credit cards finally arrived!
But one of them was blocked on arrival so cut to my sleepy ass trying to make a damn phone call. Thankfully this company is more helpful compared to the last one I was stuck with and I got, y’know, actual answers.
With that out of the way I went to move a bunch of containers with books to the storage unit. When I returned I made three trips to dispose of the metal rack I freed up yesterday (two for two tiers each and one for the tubes).
I’m thinking hey I can finally rest for a little and then I see a small cockroach on the hallway near my door…
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40 minutes later the whole front of my house has been sprayed with half a can of insecticide.
I cannot stress enough how much I hate cockroaches. I don’t mean “ew” hate, I mean “they evoke a primal anger beyond words in me” hate. If I ever became a Madoka-like entity my prerogative would be to go and personally kill each and every single cockroach in history.
Those that saw how bloated my foot was a couple of days ago might be wondering how it’s doing if I can walk back and forth so much and it’s in that stage where it looks uglier than it feels, where the inflammation started spreading so the pain isn’t as localized.
I also thought that somehow the hit on my leg spread onto my foot but then I remembered that aside from the hit to my leg a bit later that same day I hit my foot on a big rock and I remember this specifically because I have the vague memory of throwing aside the rock in anger.
It says a lot about the hit to my leg that it was enough for me to ignore the other pain, really.
To be honest I’ve been kinda listless lately. Part of it is that I’ve been waking up at night, but part of it is also that I’ve just been… tired, really, so I’ve been sleeping a lot.
I’ve been active but looking back at things feels like a blur.
I did do something worth highlighting today though…
I discovered the practicality of upside down hooks (ignore the fact that my kitchen had two for years and I only recently thought about adding more).