The Greek's mythic patron of marriage and family, Hera honored the loyalty and assistance of the crab by placing it in the sky above, recognized each night forever. In ancient Egyptian myth the constellation was called Scarab for the manner in which the scarab beetle nurtures its larva and was part of the summer solstice celebration.
I'm reminded by this card of our own complex and fractured family relationships. The concept of a gathering which would include Rob and I has become foreign and fraught with pain. The one place it should always be safe to go is no refuge at all. I'm like the ghostly ship in the background of this beautiful image, adrift and simply following the moon which each day puts me right back where I started.
"When did it come to Davy Land that exile is a country of shifting borders, hard to quit yet hard to endure, no matter your wide shoulders, no matter your toughened heart?" ~ Leif Enger 1961- Peace Like a River
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.