I drew a card towards the end of the day from my treasured Royal Fez Moroccan Tarot, housed in its beautiful Liberty purple silk drawstring bag. Just something to give me the flavour of this mostly uneventful Saturday, though I really couldn’t think that the cards would have anything of worth to tell me as, really, nothing of note has happened today. When I saw The Moon, I immediately felt it was referring to some deep, hidden, subconscious probings I was struck down with today at certain moments; sudden jolts into certain phases of life in the past. For some reason I feel sure this card is referring to subonscious yearnings for the past, aspects of my life I feel were somehow better than the present moment, past happiness, past fulfillment. A friend showed me a photograph of a beach I used to frequent in the past and I felt a slight pang of what I have left behind, so I feel sure there is a reference here; of the Moon, waxing, waning, the waves, water and the tides of the subconscience. These tiny pangs of nostalgia, thinking about when life – we feel – was better and yet we will no doubt feel the same, projected forwards, when looking back on this day. Such is the nature of nostalgia. I always like to draw the Moon. It is my favourite card, one of the cards I most identify with and drawing it almost feels as if I am in synch with myself, wistfully in touch with the inner self. I have no doubt whatsoever that today, in my thinking, I was feeling a pull towards the person I used to be and the life I used to lead. The Moon card encompasses this.
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