Today’s Tarot was the Mystical Cats Tarot
It’s legitimately amazing and definitely going into my rotation. It’s not just the cats, it’s the fact that the illustrations were reconsidered not just for the context of being about cats but the whole deck feels like a reframing of the regular tarot.
Instead of minor arcana suits, the suits are reframed as elements which gives the illustrations a better range to work with. And not only that but the meaning of the card was taken into consideration over any homage to the original card.
For example, the Two of Wands is a card that represents that moment where you consider if you should head out or remain where you are. So the Two of Fire is a cat looking at the outside from inside a warm and cozy home. Do you head for adventure? or do you play it safe and stay in your comfort zone?
Also, The Strength is a black cat surrounded by blue birds, so…
I say this with the utmost endearment: If the author has a name like “Lunaea Weatherstone” and it wasn’t this good, I would’ve felt so betrayed.
Today’s reading is advising me that even if I feel like “the fire’s not there anymore” it definitely still is and to just go for it because that’s where the key to everything lies.
Can definitely think of a few things that THAT applies to, yeah. Like the fact that I wanted to have a project prototype by the time Tokyo Game Show rolled around but the visa stuff had my head too saturated to think about anything.
Today’s lesson rounds up with the suit of Wands, literally that fire in your heart that drives you to do things.
Today was completely uneventful in the best way possible.
Sure, my current paperwork didn’t really move ahead in any way, but I was also not on the brink of a mental breakdown.
I went out, got lunch, tryed to carve a piece of wood I found in a park but it was too dry, then tuned out while carving a… thing…
It looks like a seagull in a kid’s drawing I guess? I just wanted to put knife to wood.
You need days like those sometimes…
Idle minds do have a tendency to dig up certain memories though.
There’s a certain ex-friend I’ve brought up a couple of times… the only person I’ve called that here, now that I think about it.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how one of the nicest memories I have of them (and make no mistake, there are many and things hurt BECAUSE there are so many) was feeling like I had someone to say Good Morning and Good Night to.
I live in a weird timezone so everyone I talk to frequently is asleep when I’m waking up and vice versa. Not to mention living alone and stuff.
Years ago I had SERIOUS problems with dealing with loneliness. And while a lot of it is understandable because I went from living with my parents to being physically isolated from everyone I ever knew, I recognize that I had a serious problem coping with that.
We’re talking “My internet was down briefly and I was on the brink of a meltdown from waking up and not having a conversation validate my existence” bad.
Nowadays I’m better at coping with it, but coping is not the same as being okay with something. There’s quite a few days where I don’t really have anyone to chat with and in those moments the memory of having someone I can check in and check out of a day with come back to me.
The thing is that we’re talking here about the same ex-friend that would later tell me in a very codescending tone how they forgave whatever awkward thing I just did because “I was lonely and had nobody”, a statement that they would later use in increasingly less charitable situations and more and more as a blunt weapon.
So you know, the sort of thing where you can’t even hold onto a nice memory in peace because its content was later weaponized to the point that you retroactively doubt everything else.
Fun!