on truth and new beginnings....

 

 

Today I asked a question, and this was the answer -happily- received.

 Now to rememer what Rumi says and not ignore the truth and opportunites...

 

 

"Affiliated with Beginnings is the goddess Tara, perhaps the most important deity for Tibetan Buddhists and  the compassionate mother goddess. Endowed with the the power to heal all sorrows and grant all wishes. She helps us regain self-confidence and peace of mind. Tara is honoured as the protectress against the many fears that block men and women from living in happiness and harmony. Often our fears will emerge as we begin a new phase of life: a promisng new relationship; a new venture; a change of home or job. The appearance of this card is an invitation for us to consider the functions these fears perform, so we may release them. This is a time fro new beginnings, for optimism and for trust.  Today, you will start something new in your life which will begin a positive journey. Being innocent will allow you to be open to blessings."

 

Source: The Goddess Tarot by Kris Waldherr

(My favourite tarot deck - such gorgeous resonant images and oh so accurate!)

Figs - food for thought....

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

-Sylvia Plath

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