flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Helloooooooo again, my frilled ruff jeweled lizardfolk.
I have circled back and done the High Priestess, who I somehow completely passed right over and thus fucked up my numbering on all the ensuing cards. I have now gone back and fixed that – thanks, white gel pen! – since I’m pretty sure that’s the kind of thing that makes serious tarot lovers mad.
The idea of the High Priestess being this sort of quiet, introspective keeper of mystery really mapped well on the seven wild swans for me. On the one hand, that story sounds pretty awful – it’s named after the boys, the girl spends all of her time suffering terribly in silence in order to save them, these are not things to emulate. But name aside, the story really does belong to the girl. We see everything through her; she’s the moving force that saves all of her brothers and, in the end, herself. She chooses to sacrifice for them and she is victorious after her trials. And I love that she silently holds the key to everything in her magic, and in the housewifely tasks that a fancier lady wouldn’t have learned: spinning, carding, and knitting. Also, it’s a nice change when it’s men getting turned into animals and basically used as damsels in distress in one of these stories.
Places to buy stuff!
Did I miss something? I think that’s everything.
What’s making me happy this week: