Funny how such a sparse image can bring such a flood of memories. The one off the top is the story my father-in-law told me many times through the months when his past memory sharpened and his present memory failed. Or of Rob when he was fostered out as a child and ended up milking 87 cows morning and night for a couple of months. Even with two farms we do Not have any milk cows and that memory is why. Of the spring calves on my own childhood farm, nothing much sweeter than a newborn calf. Of the calf I found floating in the river dead, tangled up in a downed tree, the mother bawling her heart out on the bank.
I'm reminded by this card that memory is a funny thing, funny odd not funny haha, and to be honest I wish I didn't remember a lot of the things I do. We spend our days trying to herd our unruly mind, a rogue juggernaut if there ever was one, which always takes it's own path.
"A Memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen." ~ Edward de Bono 1933-
This week it is the 2006 tarot from Lo Scarabeo based on ancient Etruscan art. The Etruscan civilization predated the Romans and the art for this deck was inspired by or came from tombs and necropoleis in what is now Tuscany. Art by Silvana Alasia, booklet by Riccardo Minetti.
The cards open previously closed doors to my own heart with their 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.