Subsequent to my last post in which I explained I was finding it difficult to write every day I’ve decided to change the timing of posts on this blog aka this card:
The High Priestess And The Need To Dream!
I’ve been having trouble feeling motivated to write posts lately. Racking my brain and coming up short of ideas. Partly it’s because I’m a Gemini with a low attention span but that’s not the main reason. The problem was made abundantly clear on the weekend when suddenly the ideas began to flow in those long car drives with my daughter.
I need time to process my thoughts. I need to nurture my ideas, meditate on them, before I can put them into words. It’s part of my writing process.
This puts me in mind of this card: Continue reading
The Devil: Being A (Happy) Slave To Your Children
As I was driving my eldest here, there and everywhere this weekend an interesting thought occurred to me: That as annoying as it is to be called upon to be a taxi driver I should savour these moments. A thought that would never have occurred to me until recently.
There is a strong possibility that before the year is out both my children will Continue reading
Sunday Spotlight: Six Of Pentacles – Giving And Receiving
Six Of Pentacles: A man gives money to one beggar while another goes wanting. He holds a scale in his other hand.
Sunday Spotlight is where I focus on a Tarot card I haven’t written much about on this blog. One of the reasons I’ve overlooked the Six Of Pentacles is because I’ve not been clear on how it differs to this card… Continue reading
The Boston Bombers And The Frankston Rapist: The Tarot Of Dealing With Imported Cultural Values
So they’ve caught the last remaining Boston Marathon Bomber and everyone can breathe a sigh of relief. At least the immediate danger is over. Although the pain is not. Everything about this situation makes me sad. The loved ones lost. The victims who must learn to live without an arm or leg or maybe both. The families hurting. The futileness of the whole thing. And two young men who believed that harming others in the most horrific way was the best thing they could do with their lives. How did they come to such a conclusion? Was it because they were born in a country where terrorism is seen as a valid means of expressing your dissatisfaction? And more importantly, how can we stop this from happening again?
Australia like America has a worrying track record when it comes to ensuring newcomers embrace the values of our society. Men from certain countries manage to find a way to have more than one wife, 14-year-old girls are sent back to their parent’s country-of-birth to get married, female babies are circumcised, even though these things are against Australian law. And then there is this. Alongside the news about the capture of the Boston Bomber in the Australian media this morning was a distressing story about a young Afghan refugee who confused rape with consensual sex.
Esmatullah Sharifi was jailed a few years ago for raping a 25-year-old woman on Christmas Eve. He subsequently faced the courts again on charges of raping an 18-year-old five days before the other rape took place. The courts heard that Sharifi regularly drove around outside nightclubs in Frankston, on the outskirts of Melbourne, on the lookout for drunk, vulnerable, young women. As a result of these two cases Sharifi was placed on the sexual offenders registry and sentenced to 14 years in prison. Incredibly, unbelievably, he has won the right to appeal his sentence on the basis that as a refugee he did not understand what ‘consent’ means in Australia. Even though in the second case it was made clear that the girl screamed and called for help at which point he put one hand over her mouth and another around her neck to restrict her breathing i.e. He had to use force for the sexual act to be performed. As one commentator has pointed out, the idea that rape might somehow be excused in Australia because of cultural differences in horrifying.
It strikes me that there are disturbing parallels between the Boston Bombers and the Frankston rapist. In both cases the imported cultural values of young men has led to acts that we would consider evil. So maybe we need to look at the ways we manage the assimilation of immigrants. Of course the onus should be on the individuals involved to take responsibility for their actions. Few immigrants commit such horrifying deeds and there are plenty of homegrown rapists and murderers. But surely it’s also in our interest as a society to look for better ways to impart our values to newcomers.
This is how I would describe the Tarot of this situation:
The Emperor: Young men
The Devil: Evil
Justice: Weighing our options as a society
Two Of Pentacles: Dealing with different values
We need to consider carefully how we deal with young men who are importing what we would consider evil values into our society. We need to deal with those values before they erupt into rape and murder. Ignorance should never be admitted as a valid excuse before the law.
Any suggestions as to how?
Funtime Friday: When Clean Means Dirty And A Bus Stop Dancing Queen
I’ve posted a couple of smile-inducing video clips to my Facebook page tonight including…
A fake ad made by the famous film-making Coen brothers to promote clean coal. The black clouds of smoke coming out of the clean coal spray cans gives the lie to the use of the adjective ‘clean’ in conjunction with ‘coal’. I’m filing this under the Seven Of Swords: Being sneaky. Trying to get away with something.
You can find this clip at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFJVbdiMgfM&feature=share.
A woman dancing surreptitiously at a bus stop. I’m filing this under the following two cards:
Strength Reversed: Lacking confidence
The World: Being in the moment.
Mind you, I wouldn’t be brave enough to dance at all in public so good on her!
You can view this clip at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hWAU-lJFaM&feature=share.
Have a GREAT weekend everyone!!!
Thursday Throwback: Tarot Card Readings
In the comments recently someone asked how to read Tarot cards so I thought maybe it was time to review the different types of Tarot card readings we have looked at on this blog so far…
The One Card Reading – For Beginners
There are a lot of ‘official’ Tarot card spreads you can use but you don’t need anything fancy the first time you do a reading. Just ask yourself a question, shuffle the cards and when you feel ready pull one from the pack.
In order to understand the card’s message you can: Continue reading
Temperance: Keeping Your Balance In The Aftermath Of The Boston Marathon Bombing Tragedy
I was going to do a post today on the Tarot of the Boston Marathon bombings but the truth is I don’t have the heart. I feel unwilling to use Tarot cards to tell yet another sad story about a horrendous tragedy that has captured the world’s attention. My instinct is to focus on the good not the evil. To highlight the heroic actions of the many rather than the cowardly hateful actions of the few. And it turns out I’m not alone…
Yesterday Patton Oswalt an American stand-up comedian, writer and actor posted the following message on his Facebook page:
Boston. Fucking horrible. Continue reading
Knight Of Wands: Loving Your Day Job
So I didn’t get to sleep till 3am last night. Not because I had things to do. Not even because that’s my normal timezone on weekends and holidays. But because I was so darn tootin’ excited about work after just one day back I had to get out of bed at midnight and finish writing some lesson plans, set up a maths website and write a description of my holidays to get my students excited about writing their own on the morrow.
Not normal is it.
But here’s the thing. I love my job. Now don’t get me wrong. Working is definitely not my favourite thing. I’d much rather stay home and write full-time (heck, maybe I’d even finish a novel that way, hmm, then again.) But seeing as how that’s not an option as far as I’m concerned teaching is the next best thing. It’s an honour and a delight to help children blossom mentally and emotionally. A joy.
So there I was typing away on my laptop like a lunatic in the wee hours. Charged up. Raring to go. To get things done. Full of energy, ideas and enthusiasm. Ya gotta bottle that life-force while it’s flowing or else the fire in your blood slips away. I’m sure I won’t be feeling that way come Friday.
Puts me in mind of this card.
The Knight Of Wands: A knight charges off on his steed ready for battle holding a sprouting branch in his hand. The colours of his horse and surrounding desert reflect the fire in his veins. Flames shoot out of his armour.
You may or not remember I’m in a new role at work. Up until now I’ve been an Italian and art teacher but the powers-that-be finally stuck me in a classroom this year. And I was pretty nervous about that. On top of which The Devil is my Tarot-card-of-the-year and even though I should know better you can’t help but worry when that’s the case.
I spent first term sitting there like a stuffed dummy while the teacher I share a room with did the hard yards. Just soaking up the atmosphere. Figuring things out. By the end of last term I began to put the pieces together.
And now you can’t hold me back. There are all these changes I’m dying to put in place to inspire my kids to learn. Like right this minute. Not next week or even tomorrow. (You’re starting to feel sorry for my poor co-worker aren’t you and fair enough too.) I get so excited about teaching. I’m like an over-sized puppy running around with its tongue hanging out saying, “Let me play. Can I play now?”
And today was AWESOME. Instead of being pathetic thanks to lack of sleep I had the kids running around feeling excited about learning too. I had them hunting down adjectives all over the room and presenting their home-made projects to one another over and over again. So many times they forgot their nerves and found their mojo. Stretched and grew. And nothing could make me happier at work.
Do you feel like a Knight Of Wands in your day job? Or maybe the opposite?
The Wheel Of Fortune And The Yin And Yang Of Life
…and I’m back. I said the 15th of April right? I like to be true to my word, as close as I can be anyways. I was a bit scared after my long absence that when I got back nobody would be here – is that a girl thing? – but I couldn’t be more delighted to see that is not the case.
Sadly I didn’t get as much Continue reading












