tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75039855527196319082024-02-02T09:24:43.323-08:00Tarocchi Journeysenuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12997374306710231400noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503985552719631908.post-6711954548901227752010-08-11T18:16:00.001-07:002010-08-11T18:18:30.122-07:006 of swords<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIcLiqCjqbgbUsylpUtozh5hs_jpJVDLbvxDIAl0uqvz24ytOE0zt9HuZJ1_f0ca9yQIxIR7G7HXo4cPTenRJVypdfPs_ZlCzeCn5DyssqlcvJTFkajXzg3hCulK8YzHd5X9WSNoDTW4/s1600/IMG_9865.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIcLiqCjqbgbUsylpUtozh5hs_jpJVDLbvxDIAl0uqvz24ytOE0zt9HuZJ1_f0ca9yQIxIR7G7HXo4cPTenRJVypdfPs_ZlCzeCn5DyssqlcvJTFkajXzg3hCulK8YzHd5X9WSNoDTW4/s320/IMG_9865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504326470274343890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I look at the 6 of Swords and I am flight, leaving behind the sorrow…at least for now. I am protected, tucked in close to the swords.<br /><br />For now my uncle’s death, sharp and close, has faded into the trees below. my own death can be fought off with our swords.<br /><br />For now my friends tuck me in close, keep me warm, our bird of the swords flying so high that all we can hear is high sound of wind.senuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12997374306710231400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7503985552719631908.post-70253008494408864212010-08-10T21:55:00.000-07:002010-08-10T22:28:45.012-07:00Death and dismemberment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgFKsOc4JcFAvF49CO9m6Nd4PB1mbvgJ7GI1OdmEyc06cezVA_tjjerg7jhGp1bPFedoLqHSwLR-4oYDe4G7V1y-XBJXb_ztYqMsazqKFHQgBM_lu-7GE_RbReAhzw9yFA895tRI9SXI/s1600/IMG_5773.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgFKsOc4JcFAvF49CO9m6Nd4PB1mbvgJ7GI1OdmEyc06cezVA_tjjerg7jhGp1bPFedoLqHSwLR-4oYDe4G7V1y-XBJXb_ztYqMsazqKFHQgBM_lu-7GE_RbReAhzw9yFA895tRI9SXI/s320/IMG_5773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504019652607016242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjr01Gg5DUVeg_PeVIlik1oeZmAJYoo-JS0_M-I7SHEet-3vh-szq5ynvSTIUY-UzpJQz0XDpipIf6OaVFnu-ZZRX75FedhI9rPqbM4RxDwrAOwhAJuiUlZj6Mb94cKa5vYsw9P8sdkXI/s1600/IMG_9051.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjr01Gg5DUVeg_PeVIlik1oeZmAJYoo-JS0_M-I7SHEet-3vh-szq5ynvSTIUY-UzpJQz0XDpipIf6OaVFnu-ZZRX75FedhI9rPqbM4RxDwrAOwhAJuiUlZj6Mb94cKa5vYsw9P8sdkXI/s320/IMG_9051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504019336339354546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cary-Yale Visconti</span><br />The earliest known hand-painted tarocchi cards in Milan Italy were created in 15th century and were used in a trick taking game popular with nobility, in addition to divination. Few of the hand-painted cards have survived and have specific names depending on their location.<br /><br />The actual cards are heavily painted on one side of a piece of cardboard but not the other.<br /><br />Death is a skeleton wearing a white scarf, ends knotted and waving behind. He appears to have retained his entrails. He carries a scythe and rides a stallion over a group of people. Amongst the group are a pope and a cardinal, indicating that death is the great equalizer.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paolo Martinello</span><br />Death is a brooding man in black, his normality given away by the skeletal hand wrapped around the tree trunk and the fiery depths of hell opening at his feet. His escort is a black stallion. He watches a fallen young man, pale, bloodless, holding a sword.<br /><br />The Death card is uncomfortable which is probably its partial purpose. Although I am ready for my own death and have dealt with other deaths calmly, I believe I am not truly ready for the transformation and change that the card represents.<br /><br />I work towards that goal but give excuses. I refuse to accept it and so I stagnate, panicking, holding onto the energy I have, allowing no new energy in. <br /><br />It is a long process. Some days I am at peace with the world and with everything that touches it.<br /><br />Death is a brooding man in black, his normality given away by the skeletal hand wrapped around the tree trunk and the fiery depths of hell opening at his feet. His escort is a black stallion. He watches a fallen young man, pale, bloodless, holding a sword.<br /><br />The Death card is uncomfortable which is probably its partial purpose. Although I am ready for my own death and have dealt with other deaths calmly, I believe I am not truly ready for the transformation and change that the card represents.<br /><br />I work towards that goal but give excuses. I refuse to accept it and so I stagnate, panicking, holding onto the energy I have, allowing no new energy in. <br /><br />It is a long process. Some days I am at peace with the world and with everything that touches it.<br /><br />Death is a brooding man in black, his normality given away by the skeletal hand wrapped around the tree trunk and the fiery depths of hell opening at his feet. His escort is a black stallion. He watches a fallen young man, pale, bloodless, holding a sword.<br /><br />The Death card is uncomfortable which is probably its partial purpose. Although I am ready for my own death and have dealt with other deaths calmly, I believe I am not truly ready for the transformation and change that the card represents.<br /><br />I work towards that goal but give excuses. I refuse to accept it and so I stagnate, panicking, holding onto the energy I have, allowing no new energy in. <br /><br />It is a long process. Some days I am at peace with the world and with everything that touches it.senuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12997374306710231400noreply@blogger.com3