There is something really nice and relaxing about today's photograph of my daily card, deck and book. I think it is the light as it hits my room in lines through the window. It's light and slow, like the snail, who creeps across the spread cloth on my bed.
I read another chapter of Shades before bed and when I awoke; this has more to do with a desire to get it finished than wanting to know what happens next. In chapter 18, which I have just read, the authorial character visits her master's sadomasochistic room of pain for the first time. Calling him Sir, she voluntarily gives herself to his needs, feeling what appears to be gratitude for his pleasure. God. I am not shocked by any of the sex in the book. In fact, I am bored by it. I can imagine many a stupid woman squealing over the book's pages, wishing her man was more like Christian Grey - a bossy, chauvinistic, dated sadist. Oh, but how could I forget - he has smouldering good looks, is a billionaire and flies a helicopter (the vile James Bond of old is not dead). I am sure that if Sir was ugly and poor, he'd be no more than a pervert in the eyes of many. As for Anastasia, I find it hard to like her because I have zilch respect for her. She wants love and is trying to find it in the arms of an arrogant, immature and sexist Mr Darcy-type character. She is guided by her inner goddess, who is in rapture from the eyebrow-raising turn of events so far. This goddess is nowhere near burning her bra. She's rather be gagged or whipped by it.
As I write, Ariel is settling in more. She has had her breakfast and is exploring her cage. She has a regular little seat at the top and seems curious over her disco ball. She's enjoying the reading of Beauty and the Inferno by Roberto Saviano on Radio 4 at the moment.
|Up for breakfast|
Today's card, Snail's Pace, touches me. Listen to the heartbeat of the earth, it says. Maybe that should be my earth. Unlike Anastasia Steele, who is moving to the [literal] beating of her master's heart, this card advises me to tune out the expectations of others and move at my own pace. So what if I a am moving slowly! Rushing will do me no good, as both this card and my therapist would advise. I will continue with my painting today, slowly but surely.
Illustration from The Wild Wisdom of the Faery Oracle by Selina Fenech