This morning I tidied my office before going on a four-day retreat up in the Russian River area. As they say, nothing gets us more productive than the last minute. I had already cleaned the crystal water glasses I had for my three sessions for the day - Three of Cups in the tarot represents bonding, friendship, and collaborations.
But now I took a moment to polish my own glass. Crystal, yes, but different from the others, larger to start - I drink a lot of water during sessions. Four of Cups in the Tarot, overcoming sorrow after grief, a card I identify with as the wounded healer.
There is a tradition where each night one drinks a glass of water, then puts it face down to indicate, "I am done, everything is complete, I could die at peace tonight." Then, in the morning, hooray! You wake up alive, fill that cup again, and start a brand new day.
So I flipped my cup over. I was done. I was ready. Let me be transformed and begin anew. That was the unexpected gift in the bowl, a giggle from Coyote, a long look in the mirror, a decision to change my story, a decision made long ago now ready to be acted upon. A feeling of peace, a calm anticipation, a reason to get up in the morning, as well as reassurance in my mind at night.
(Excerpt from Laphrodite's Guide to Mindful Menopause or the Adventures of a Baby Crone)
