And How’s Your 2007 ?
Remember a few weeks ago, when I posted about The Tower and catching all the new hip trendy viruses out there ? And then fell off the face of the blogosphere ? That silence was another virus. So while I have a long list of interesting Tarot topics for writing, stringing two sentences together in a concise informative way is not so easy these days.
One thing on my mind was my year’s reading for 2007.
Throughout January I thought of The Devil Reversed. The need to be gentle with ourselves, to admit our vulnerability, our human frailty, to not expect immediate fulfillment and perfection in our resolutions, to know that change takes time and effort.
Judging from my doctor’s report on the viral season in America, I bet I am not the only human who experienced January as a month of rest not a month of renewed effort. And I did feel - with all that time to rest and no energy to work as if my inmost worse habits and thoughts revealed themselves in all their glory.
And now in February, the Emperor. All that Devilish analysis last month brought a commitment to more structure and a constant evaluation of social contracts and roles.
I not only experienced this on a metaphysical level, but also participated in an evaluation of an organization, its purpose, finances, mission and how given its resources that mission can be achieved. I even spent some time reading, editing and printing out new business contracts. And the household Emperor, also known as my husband, kicked off February by evaluating his position at his job in light of another job offer. Discussions of our day to day life, how work effects it and how it effects work reigned for the first seven days of the month.
On one hand, I see the blossoming of the Empress in two weeks, fecund and rampant as she is, and I feel encouraged. On the other hand, I’ve got these two more weeks in February to bring my body, my family’s bodies, our household and routines into the order that will survive the flourishing of all our creative efforts.
Now to find the number of the guy who tilled our garden last year …