Tarot Journal #41: 5 Priest/Ace of Wands/6 of Wands/Six of Swords (Science)/Knight of Cups/Princess of Cups

Precarious Habitations: A Week of Mental Management

“Events stream past us like these crowds and the face of each is seen only for a minute. What is urgent is not urgent for ever but only ephemerally. All work and all love, the search for wealth and fame, the search for truth, like itself, are made up of moments which pass and become nothing. Yet through this shaft of nothings we drive onward with that miraculous vitality that creates our precarious habitations in the past and the future.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.”

-Iris Murdoch, Under the Net

All week I have been reading Iris Murdoch’s deeply humorous and thoughtful novel Under the Net. It helped me to maintain my sense of humor and perspective as I waded through one emotionally precarious moment after another. While the above quote seems very deep and fatalistic, the character who is narrating it moves from one ridiculous situation into another totally random self-inflicted confusion. He never stops moving and acting or until the very end, gains any self-knowledge or finds a mentally focussed center to act in a mindful way. His ungrounded optimism and fearless ignorance make for some deeply comic and ironic self-commentary, which I could both relate to and laugh out loud at.

In this interval of waiting to move, I can make no definite plans that might interfere with my main purpose, so my mind feeling constrained like a cat in a harness can only try and burst into a thousand unassailable alternative futures, and other parts of my mind that must concentrate on work and managing keeping an emotional balance are made frantic trying to calm my overactive imagination. Whenever I got too seriously into this struggle, reading Murdoch kept me on the lighter side and showed me a way to maneuver through without too much damage, just a little less sleep and a little more agitation.

Now that I look back on my week, most of my days at work I was dealing with difficult patients with complex issues and very full schedules that needed constant adjustments in order to fit into other people’s schedules to get everybody the time they needed to facilitate their continued recovery. I was able to accomplish this even with my constant feelings of being overwhelmed and off balance mainly because in the middle of my bouncing from one challenge to another, I have developed an inner voice that is able to retain compassion for myself and anyone I am dealing with. I can help myself muddle through where in the past I would be adding up the failures in my head, I could see each situation I worked through no matter how frantically as a mildly irritating victory over my distraction. I was able to help people and be a good enough colleague when working with my fellow employees. It was not smooth or graceful but functionally rough and unsatisfying.

Coming back to the tarot every night helped me to focus on what was important and the tools available to get me through this period of disequilibrium. It is appropriate that my week ended with the very symbol for grace and flow, The Princess of Cups. I am feeling like I can settle into the coming week by flowing from each moment into another until I pass through this zone of uncertainty.

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Seeing the Music in the Makers #9

Marilyn Mazur: Playing in a Paradise of Rythm

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Summertime in 5 Unique Voices

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“Legend,” a very short tale from Jorge Luis Borges

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“Legend” by Jorge Luis Borges

Translated by Andrew Hurley


Cain and Abel came upon each other after Abel’s death. They were walking through the desert, and they recognized each other from afar, since both men were very tall. The two brothers sat on the ground, made a fire, and ate. They sat silently, as weary people do when dusk begins to fall. In the sky, a star glimmered, though it had not yet been given a name. In the light of the fire, Cain saw that Abel’s forehead bore the mark of the stone, and he dropped the bread he was about to carry to his mouth and asked his brother to forgive him.

“Was it you that killed me, or did I kill you?” Abel answered. “I don’t re-member anymore; here we are, together, like before.”

“Now I know that you have truly forgiven me,” Cain said, “because forgetting…

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Tarot Journal #40: Princess of Wands/ Three of Feathers

There is Nothing Either Good or Bad but Thinking Makes It So. 

“ I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space”

This weekend I have been in a frenzy of activity and dust devil of thought, wishing I was already moved out of this space of endings. I had some larger items carried away and began organizing and cleaning out closets, but it is still a month until I move. Waiting is sometimes the hardest activity when everything must play out in its own time. It can become a blank slate for fears to make shadow plays upon if I am not focused on keeping myself present and moving in each moment, what small wonders I might miss.

So I watched Benedict Cumberbatch play Hamlet thinking it would be a distraction since nothing tragic is occurring in my world just a little heeby jeebies. Turns out it was a great way to think of things in a new way. The language of the play is poetry and put my mind in that alternate state that poetry does. And, the problems are all so overwhelming that they make what I am experiencing seem pleasant in comparison. Being thrown about in this maelstrom of a play made me pay attention to my thinking in a more detached manner. Taking me out so I could look in. I am so calm now as if I had Shakespear for a therapist to help me wring the goblins from my mind with beautiful impassioned speeches about death and grief and how impatience can lead to a lot of problems. A Lot of Problems. Horatio is the only one who makes it out alive and he will be scarred for life. And, poor Fortinbrass is left to clean up the mess. I will be trying to focus on living my life well until I move and maybe not make any messes I have to clean up before I leave.

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