There’s snow in the air, and maybe even a little magic. No, it’s not Christmas yet, but it sure feels like it doesn’t it? The nights are especially long, but the sunsets are likewise beautiful. Winter isn’t usually my favorite time of year, but hey, we make the best of it don’t we? When discussing what’s happened during week 6 of my journey, well, snow in the air just seems accurate. But, before we get into all that, let’s just say things haven’t been calming down any. Yeah, no armchair occultists here. Let’s take a look at the things going on lately.
This week started out wonderfully with Saint Nicholas’ Day. I’ve been wanting to celebrate it for a while now, and finally got around to it. In that way, I do suppose it was just timed properly. But, overall, the day was a really nice family day. For me, I also learned to see the magic in small moments of ‘enlightenment’. While celebrating the day, I researched Saint Nicholas a bit more. This led to the realization that he was present at the First Council of Nicaea. I’m not sure if that has been especially important to learn, but it seemed like an interesting way to tie in some Pagan traditions with some Christian traditions as well.
To contrast the joyous themes of Saint Nicholas’ Day, the next day was Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day. For me, this includes a somber observance simply because I come from a family where military service was an important theme. My great grandfather used to tell me, in little short snippets, about Pearl Harbor and what it had meant to him. He served in World War II, and he never mentioned much about his service. Because of this, I find it especially important to honor the dead, the memories of a generation, and the sacrifices for the future. In a way, it’s fitting to do this after such a joyous day before. There’s the lesson of sudden change, and that life doesn’t simply stop just for you.
The next couple days were marked with an interesting theme for me personally, that of personalized tarot spreads. This week is definitely an odd week for me, as I hadn’t really given any thought to making my own spreads. But, I found myself experimenting with it nonetheless. These spreads were extremely accurate, and I certainly like doing them now. This has actually allowed me to see different ‘gateways’ within tarot, and learn from the cards in a unique way. I never really have used tarot for simple spreads, but I can see the complexity in two or three card layouts!
Little did I know how, after such a promising creative energy, would come a sudden stop to it. I had so many projects I wanted to get done, and instead, found myself moving. Yeah, I had to pack up everything and move unexpectedly. Looking back on it now, I can understand why I drew the 2 of Swords that day. The decision to move was made in just that atmosphere, and yet, I didn’t want to do anything. I wanted to withdraw, and simply stay in a safe cocoon. But, inaction never leads to change, and I found myself grumbling but moving forward. In a way, I kind of feel like this was an important step toward my later realizations, but disclosing those will have to wait.
If I have to talk about the emotional experience of moving, well, I think that the corresponding 3 of Swords card sums it up. I’ve noticed now that if you read the cards 1-10, these cards follow each other. This means that the withdrawing leads to a realization of pain. In some ways, I understand that as applicable for me in moving. There were a few realizations along the way, and I worked through them rather quickly. That is the kind of sorrow embodied in the 3 of Swords, sorrow we simply live with. It can be major or minor, but it’s still sorrow. Take note, I’ve refused anger in favor of sadness in the frustration of moving. Again, this showcases just a piece of my personality.
Luckily, everything balances out, and there was a return to normalcy. When sorrow is accepted, we can return to our lives. After moving, and with the unpacking, I found myself a little surprised. There was a set of shelves I hoped the owners would leave behind, and they did! I suddenly had more room for my shrines and altars. The number of cabinets seemed unending, and I have easier access to my seasonal decorations. Hey, I even found a small witch’s broom in the kitchen! The previous owner’s actually blessed this place for us to make it feel welcoming, and I find that amazingly sweet. All this is rooted in the realm of thought, which is interesting to examine again after the fact.
The last day of the week and it’s corresponding card, make me laugh. I understand it all too well. This was the day after you unpack and just have loose ends left. That feeling of boredom is all too accurate. Surprisingly though, I did discover that new source of inspiration. When I did, suddenly it was everywhere. The tarot project I started, switching my tarot and oracle decks to a lower shelf, finding some new books, and so much more all happened on that day of boredom. Also, it’s worth mentioning this was also the start of Hanukkah. While I’m not Jewish, I learned something quite interesting, but that technically happened in the next week, so we’ll wait to talk about it! But, Happy Hanukkah to all who celebrate it.