The Original Rider Waite goes so nicely with this cloth. The yellows dance together with the pinks beautifully, I feel.
I spent last night at my boyfriend's house. He has been unwell for a couple of days. It may be a bug, but it might have also been brought on by work stresses. He hadn't been eating properly since falling ill, but I managed to stop him from declining yesterday evening's dinner invitation from his sister, which had been planned for a few weeks. His parents are going on holiday tomorrow, so it was a get together before that. He ate, and even though he is still not back in work today, I think it did him some good.
I left early this morning so that he could rest and also because I was meeting friends. I sometimes do this on a Thursday. Usually, we stay close to home and drink coffee somewhere, but today, we went far further afield and drove to a little village called Pluckley. Most people know of this place, due to it's reputation for being the most haunted village in England.
I guess that the beauty of the 9 of Cups shone in the rays of sunshine as we all talked; laughing and discussing problems, releasing both stresses and belly-laughs. An abundance of warmth - that's how I see this card. Because he didn't go into work, my boyfriend had dropped me at my friend's in the morning, before zipping home to rest. We talked during the car ride and he opened the lid of the queen's cup from my last entry here. He does not share his emotions as easily as others, so this felt good and was my wish granted by the 9 of Cups.
Illustration from The Rider Waite Tarot by Pamela Colman Smith