Nine of Cups
Reward. Just Desserts. All prepared to be enjoyed, and to be enjoyed by one person. Luxury to be reveled in, a select opportunity for debauchery, a delightful spread of decadence laid out and waiting. But… Continue reading
Reward. Just Desserts. All prepared to be enjoyed, and to be enjoyed by one person. Luxury to be reveled in, a select opportunity for debauchery, a delightful spread of decadence laid out and waiting. But… Continue reading
A figure walks away from the viewer, back turned against the eight cups standing in the foreground. Some are upright, some have fallen, but all are ignored by the subject as they walk… Continue reading
The seven of cups- beautiful illusions. The lustrous visions of hopes and dreams, the siren song of possibility. The haze of what-might-have-been, what-could-be, if-only… The enchantments of pipe dreams, the distraction of the… Continue reading
Nostalgia, longing for the “good old days”, the remembrance of a golden age; but not in a delusional sense- these were good times that really happened, moments shared and enjoyed, time well spent… Continue reading
Two cups have fallen or been knocked over, their contents spilled upon the ground to run away into the dust. Three others remain upright, but ignored. While it’s true that something unfortunate has… Continue reading
Four cups sit, three together and one apart. One group is dream, illusion, fantasy; the other, reality. In comparison to our dreams, reality can often seem drab and grim- and yet, if we… Continue reading
Joy! Happiness! Delight! New friendships, celebration, simple joie de vivre! Where the two of cups is the beginning of new ventures, new partnerships, the three is pure excitement, fun, and delight. Three young… Continue reading
Two of cups- a partnership, an embarkation. The beginning of a fruitful union, of a relationship which will be of benefit to both parties. A marriage, a business venture, a troth between friends… Continue reading
Deep, thick, currents. The pull of the deep, the flow beneath the surface of still waters. The well of the world, of wyrd, the rivers of intuition emptying into the vast universal unconsciousness.… Continue reading
The King, as a card, is our conscious external face. He is the ruler, the authority, the construct- he is the sense of duty and the sense of entitlement, the sense of obligation… Continue reading