Dream of Three Tarot Cards

On May 15, 2006 I had a dream in which I was to "morph" into either the Three of Pentacles, the Five of Swords, or the Nine of Pentacles.

The Three of Pentacles:



is one of my "family" of Tarot cards based on my birth date. So it can be seen to represent the givens of who I am. I.e., a craftsperson (writer, Tarologist, dreamworker) attempting to heed and communicate the inspiration she receives.

The main figure on the Five of Swords:



has always looked fearful to me. He clings to all his stuff, afraid and unwilling to share it, maybe due to past rejections, misunderstandings, disinterest, and so on.

The Nine of Pentacles:



is the card I chose many years ago to be the logo for a series of open poetry readings I originated, organized and ran. I called the series "Kestrel," after the bird on the Lady's gloved hand. This Lady was how I aspired to be at the time: confident and centered. With the reading series, I was hoping to offer a creative space where my fellow poets could share with each other and within which I could showcase poets whose work I especially admired.

So this dream, at least in part (most dreams work on many levels), was emphasizing an on-going choice I wrestle with. Given who I am (the Three of Pentacles), I can either cling to my work and ideas, nursing past hurts and fears and refuse to release them into the world (the Five of Swords). Or I can nurture them until they are ready and then help them take flight (the Nine of Pentacles) as is their nature to do.

I think this dream was precipitated by the recent launching of my Tarot blog (link at bottom of this post). I also have a niggling intuition that the dream may be preparing me for negative feedback on some recent effort of mine, by showing me very clearly the choice I always have in front of me. I can close down out of hurt and fear, or I can concentrate on creating and sharing out of my life's three passions: dreams, poetry and Tarot.

Resource: DreamTree, fabulously resourceful dream site.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Evolution of An Image, A Poem

Forgive me, dear reader, I'm going to rattle around in the cage of some entrapping feelings that have been surfacing all to frequently for me these past several months, by sharing a poem of mine that was written well over 20 years ago:

Evolution of An Image

Trees in this dense wood are tall
and hung with vines that choke all light
so dark succeeds in seeping up my spine.

I clutch for balance and collide
with bars I cannot see.

Terror suspends me,
an infant cribbed in ebony.

And then the dark caves in.

I dig out slowly, sorting through the shards,
building out of and upon the ruins,
carefully painting all darkness a placid blue.

But dark bleeds through.

I am an abysmal cage, through which
an occasional cold wind blunders.

* * * *

If you want to further explore this sort of dark imagery, see the post for today on my Tarot blog (link at bottom of this post) about the Nine of Swords in the Tarot deck.

Resource: Dream & Dreaming Resources on the Net/Electric Dreams.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.