Four of Cups
The Four of Cups is someone locked in their head. It’s apathy, sorrow. That place deep inside where hope has disappeared and there is nothing left but emptiness. It’s a place beyond sadness.… Continue reading
The Four of Cups is someone locked in their head. It’s apathy, sorrow. That place deep inside where hope has disappeared and there is nothing left but emptiness. It’s a place beyond sadness.… 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
New beginnings. New homes, new lives. Love and new families. All under the banner of the Four of Staves. I often think of the four as the chuppah, the symbolic home in a… Continue reading
The poles are up, and it’s time for a celebration! Bedecked with garlands, or holding a tent canopy; with ribbons streaming in the wind, or tied to a chuppah; this is the place.… Continue reading