0 The Fool / Wood Father
OK...I've got time...and this is just so fun!
First, the words: Responsibility? Forget about it if you have the chance. make a break for it. Get away. Have a blast. Act like an idiot. Don't do anything productive if you can avoid it. It's a day for slackers and shirkers and hanging back - enjoy it! Most of us work too darn hard and too darn much. Have some fun...and then remember how good it felt and do it again sometime.
Now...my fun...
Look! They're holding hands! Well...almost....they're certainly trying to.
When both cards come up reversed in this deck it means that things are in sync. Neither card is ready to present itself in its fullness for whatever reason but both cards have something good - something a little different than they might usually - to offer. In this case, the balance between the two is almost comical.
The Fool card in this deck is one of my favorite metaphors. Here we are, doing it again, taking on a body, like an idiot, and doing the whole LIFE thing. Stacked up next to one of the most responsible, helpful cards in the deck...well, I could go on...but I've got places to go, people to see!
Enjoy!
OH I love this one... thank you 1000x I woke up and decided i will have fun today nothing else just enjoy myself with my boy
YAYAYAY - Love to you
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I look out my window and I see a stack of cut logs, and two old trees plus branches of another, a plank rises up to one that opens in the center, a child's haven, and the moss across the yard and a much gravel driveway. . .and I feel the ache in my pelvis, across my hip bones, and I wonder, and then I wonder, what? What am I wondering? What does it all mean? Trees grow and age and then are cut down, we grow as humans and are beaten down, worn down, and at young ages are often set up to feel twice our age, physically and emotionally. The trees have some branches that are cut off, and a few cuts in them. I feel like a tree, not quite whole, and I know, I shall never grow young again, I shall not ever be pain free. Not for long periods of time anyway. The tree stands so tall and strong still, may I find the strength and courage to do so also. However we grow, to grow gracefully. Painfully and gracefully. I am not my pain, it's just a characteristic that rests within me. I am divine. I am a tree planted by the riverside, who's roots go deep deep into Mother Earth, and who's limbs grow strong and full, far out over the earth, and who's branches rise high up into the sky. My leaves come out and then fall away, again and again I rebirth as I age. Some limbs fall off, they are weak, I let them go, and others twist around each other, and here and there are nests, little ones finding shelter in me. And then the shade I provide comforts, soothes. And there are some limbs that are dead, they do not fall off, they stay, and do nothing. But these dead limbs are not me, they are just a part of me. My skin is tough in some places and thin in others, I am strong and vulnerable to pain and suffering. But I am not my suffering. I am a human being here on this earth, again, yes, the suffering fool. But I am not alone and I am not here to simply suffer. But to grow wise and strong. The characteristics that make me do not bind me, they form me, but do not own me. I am strength and grace, may I bend and bow when I must, so that I may not break, and may I stand firm when I must, that I may not compromise my honor, or yours. May I be the grace that I am. May I honor this grace over the pain. Namaste'
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