Thank you for the tip! My house thanks you as well.
I imagine that you are tangled in a snarl of plans and projects, and you start to feel discouraged. The ropes of your projects just aren't cooperating, and now they've snagged on the tree of life, since, after all, everyone has plans and projects and there's only so much in terms of time and resources.
You look up, and you see a think elfin man with a huge shock of long, fox-red hair dangling from a noose. He's hanging, true, but he doesn't seem daunted. He plucks at the noose. "This again? Oh bother!" He tucks his legs up and grabs his boots, as if he's going to hoist himself up with them, and then transforms himself into a green-eyed fox and slips the noose easily. "Well, come on!" he says, slipping you and your projects free of the tangles holding you back. "There's stuff to do, adventures to have, and chocolate--well, somewhere there's chocolate. Not here, of course, but we'll find it, you'll see!"
He leads you into a briar bush, showing you how to avoid the thorns, or at least most of them, and you run together under the bright full moon until you come to a stream. He leaps gracefully over it and you fall in.
There you meet your second ally. Arianrhod takes your hand and helps you to cross the waters, shooing the droplets gently from you as you emerge, dry and refreshed. Ariahrhod is pregnant, as she is a nurturer of all life--no wait, she is an infant, a girl, a crone, and then again the beautiful mother. She is dressed in cool blues and greens, with silver sparkles everywhere. She lifts a pebble from the stream and hands it to you, and you realize it is a quirky pocket-watch. It is smooth and cool in your hand, and it feels like it is smiling at you.
The fox returns to your side, and peers at it. Arianhrod smiles and ruffles his hair, which is still long and unruly, even in fox form. "The fox is here to help you with space, and to remind you that you don't need to be special to chase after your dreams. I am here to help you with time, and to remind you that nurturing yourself is essential to nurturing your dreams.
She smiles at the fox. "If you'll take a suitable form, we can all have tea--with chocolates, of course--and discuss things."
The elf, who you realize is (and always was) wearing similar-colored clothes as the goddess, offers you his arm. "I think we would both be glad to join you."
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Allies The Hanged Man from the Londa Tarot and Arianhrod
Date: 2015-06-04 03:08 am (UTC)I imagine that you are tangled in a snarl of plans and projects, and you start to feel discouraged. The ropes of your projects just aren't cooperating, and now they've snagged on the tree of life, since, after all, everyone has plans and projects and there's only so much in terms of time and resources.
You look up, and you see a think elfin man with a huge shock of long, fox-red hair dangling from a noose. He's hanging, true, but he doesn't seem daunted. He plucks at the noose. "This again? Oh bother!" He tucks his legs up and grabs his boots, as if he's going to hoist himself up with them, and then transforms himself into a green-eyed fox and slips the noose easily. "Well, come on!" he says, slipping you and your projects free of the tangles holding you back. "There's stuff to do, adventures to have, and chocolate--well, somewhere there's chocolate. Not here, of course, but we'll find it, you'll see!"
He leads you into a briar bush, showing you how to avoid the thorns, or at least most of them, and you run together under the bright full moon until you come to a stream. He leaps gracefully over it and you fall in.
There you meet your second ally. Arianrhod takes your hand and helps you to cross the waters, shooing the droplets gently from you as you emerge, dry and refreshed. Ariahrhod is pregnant, as she is a nurturer of all life--no wait, she is an infant, a girl, a crone, and then again the beautiful mother. She is dressed in cool blues and greens, with silver sparkles everywhere. She lifts a pebble from the stream and hands it to you, and you realize it is a quirky pocket-watch. It is smooth and cool in your hand, and it feels like it is smiling at you.
The fox returns to your side, and peers at it. Arianhrod smiles and ruffles his hair, which is still long and unruly, even in fox form. "The fox is here to help you with space, and to remind you that you don't need to be special to chase after your dreams. I am here to help you with time, and to remind you that nurturing yourself is essential to nurturing your dreams.
She smiles at the fox. "If you'll take a suitable form, we can all have tea--with chocolates, of course--and discuss things."
The elf, who you realize is (and always was) wearing similar-colored clothes as the goddess, offers you his arm. "I think we would both be glad to join you."