Jump to It

I shuffled for a good five minutes this morning and then quickly picked this queen. I felt as though I had been a bit rash in my drawing, so shuffled again and then counted through the deck to a random number that had come into my head. I think it was 23. That is sometimes how I do my daily draw; I still my mind and wait for the first number that comes to me. As if by magic, the Queen of Swords popped up again. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by these kind of coincidences in tarot anymore.

I think that my mum enjoyed her birthday. Even though we didn't do anything outstandingly special, my dad cooked dinner (which he does every day anyway) and my boyfriend came over in the evening. He brought her some expensive chocolates from London and a birthday cake, which we hid in the kitchen when he arrived; he carried it in with one lit gold candle and sang 'Happy Birthday'.

I really should jump to it this morning as I am going over to Kate's in a while. We haven't planned to do anything specific, but it looks warm out, so maybe we'll take her daughter to the park or something like that. From there, I am going to my boyfriends in the evening, as I need to be there for a party in Greenwich tomorrow. It is a family thing and I confess to not looking forward to it at all. I have only met this part of my boyfriend's extended family once and they're not really my cup of tea. Since I won't be back before Sunday evening, I need to go through my wardrobe and work out what clothes I am going to need. I hate preparing ahead like this as I always get it wrong somehow or forget something I need. The Queen of Swords would probably be pretty good at that kind of thing. If she can control the sword in between her hands like that, then she'd probably be able to get her head around what she needs to pack for the next few days. The weapon hovers in the centre of the card. Apparently, she is reordering the chaos of life into understandable concepts.

I didn't have such a great day yesterday. Walking up the hill in the morning was a struggle and when I got home, I fell into a nap as soon as I could. My body felt weak and even though I started some creative stuff, I soon pushed it to the side of my bed for another sleep. It's the nature of the beast, I guess; the beast being my Chronic Fatigue. It always seems to get worse, just when I think it's getting better. My fingers and neck ache this morning and I am sure that worry doesn't help my condition much either. The Queen of Swords is about being rational. She sweeps all of her emotional worries under the sword and orders her thoughts, cutting away the trivial and needless. I think that is what I need to do.



Illustration from The Cosmic Tribe Tarot by Stevie Postman