His Own Way

I thought I might give the Wildwood another try today. I have not used it much since I got it. Well, to be honest, I have hardly taken it out of it's box. There was just something about it that didn't sit right with me. I can't imagine what it is, since I think the artwork is lovely. As well as that, I have no favouring for or interest in the Greenwood, which seems to be the main reason why many take issue with it.

When I scan cards in for this blog, I like to leave them up on the screen for a bit, enlarged, so that I can see them better. It makes a difference with card's like today's, since I can look right into the eye of the horse. Being a prehistoric and extinct breed, he looks that little bit more clumsy in both movement and style than those we are used to; more rounded and wild than the kind of sleek animals we see today. He's independent, which sits well with me when I think of the Knight of Stones. There's nothing too fancy about him. He's just getting on with what he wants to. What he lacks in being fancy, he makes up for by being practical. He's solid and sturdy, but at times, can be stubborn as a mule. Gee, he sounds like my boyfriend, who I have often compared this tarot court to in the last couple of years.

Right now, the boyfriend is at home. He went out for a drink with work last night and called me at 1am when he got in. I am guessing that he is sleeping the night off now. I know him well enough to know that he'll be over when he gets here; there's no point in rushing him or trying to guide him the way I'd wish. Like this animal, he goes his own way, in his own time. Yup, I think that this Knight of Stones is definitely him today. He'll trot over here eventually. He doesn't like being rushed.

I spent last night in alone. As well as my boyfriend being out, my parents were too. I did think about phoning a friend and suggesting meeting up, but what with the £94 bill for my CRB check waiting to be signed off, I thought I'd best stay in and hold on to my cash. Besides, I had had a lovely lunch in the garden with Clare earlier in the day, so it was nice to spend some time by myself with a cup of Carte Noir and a book last night.

With my boyfriend at his house, I got up and drove to a couple of boot fairs with my parents this morning. The first was sabotaged by the rain, so all of the traders were packing up when we got there, even though it was early. In short, it was a wash out, with little to look at. The second was in a hall and had some interesting (and thankfully, dry) stuff on show. There is one thing worse than seeing no tarot decks in a place like that - seeing tarot decks that you've already got. I saw a couple of copies of the Jonathan Dee and Shirley Barker pack, the naff Royal Tarot, and the Tarot Nova. There was one other Lo Scarabeo set there which I didn't have - an oracle called Angel Voices, illustrated by Laura Tuan. It was open, so I flipped through. It says something about a deck if I have to put it back on the traders table without looking through each and every card. This one was flat and lacking, and each of the 80-odd angels looked similar to one another in their lifelessness. It was kind of disappointing to have to pass up a deck, but I knew I'd never use it.

I have just finished tidying my room for a viewing later this afternoon. While in the market this morning, I found some extremely cheap (but nice) black cushion covers with a flock floral design on that compliments the bedhead I covered recently. After yesterday's card, this inpromptu visit raises my eyebrows. Is this what we needed to be prepared for? If so, I think we're ready.


Illustration from The Wildwood Tarot by Will Worthington