When is a waterfowl the Page of Pentacles? Arwen’s Bayou #Tarot explains.
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#affirmation Here’s another one from my Bayou Tarot since Storm Dancer asked so nicely. I’m not sure what kind of waterfowl this is. It might be what I know as a “pull-du” which are birds that kind of fold up to dive into the water.
I see this as the Page of Pentacles. He’s a seeker. He’s got a mission though so he’s not as dreamy as that Page of Cups. This bird knows where he is heading.
I love the reflection in this one as well. It makes me think thing my little Page of Pentacles knows his inner worth. He is learning the valuable lesson of not selling himself short. He can’t ignore his inner drive when it is right there looking back at him.
Sometimes my inner drive takes a holiday. Does yours? Today I’m fighting off illness. I have too much to do! I’ve already worked several hours of overtime. If I cave in to call in sick, I’ll lose those hours as over time. My inner self balks at that!
I grit my teeth. I get through it. Whatever it is, I get through it. I drive forward following my personal goals. I focus on the end result to get myself through this day. Determined, focus, driven are my words for today.
Seek joy, y’all. Pass it on.
Page of Pentacles, Bayou Tarot, Stephanie Arwen Lynch-Poe
It’s not in a hurry to get any where. It doesn’t have to babble over stones, tumble down a fall, break white water against rocks as it churns down a canyon.
Today’s card is not from any deck. It’s from a place I used to visit a lot. It’s no longer in my family but I have some amazing memories. What you are looking at is the top of a custom-built grill that was big enough for three people to work. That water? That’s Black Bayou.
For me, there is nothing in the world like a bayou. It’s got a magic that no other body of water can capture for me. And I love water.
The slow movement of the bayou is part of its charm. It’s not in a hurry to get any where. It doesn’t have to babble over stones, tumble down a fall, break white water against rocks as it churns down a canyon.
All it has to do is lazily drift by. I grew up not far from here. The bayou that was my home bayou was the Bayou Desierd. I spend many a summer day having out in a 17 ft Delhi aluminum canoe.
What place holds magic for you? Where do you like to go when you can? Maybe it’s a certain path in the local park. Maybe it’s a bench in a cemetery.
Journal prompt is this. “Where do I find magic? What piece of land holds magic for me to this day?”
I’d love to know.
Bayou BBQ, November 2011, Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Don’t forget to join me 9/30 for my chat about Judgment.
She’s moved so I won’t ever see this particular scene again. But it’s okay. I’ll always have the memory and there are other spots just like this one on so many bayous.
Today’s card is not from any particular deck. It is from my childhood memories. This was taken just a few years ago (2011) from my sister’s home on the bayou. She’s moved so I won’t ever see this particular scene again. But it’s okay. I’ll always have the memory and there are other spots just like this one on so many bayous.
I grew up in Louisiana. When I as in my teens, my mother’s boyfriend made a two-wheeled cart so I could get our 17′ Delhi aluminum canoe down to the bayou. That bayou was about a block from our home at that time. I spent so many days paddling back to a quiet area where I could read and dream. While I had good friends, I was a fairly solitary human being.
Still am actually. I yearn for quiet times filled with nothing more than a breeze and the sounds of birds. Maybe a fish hitting the surface or turtles plop plop plopping into the water. Where I paddled to then is now a subdivision of stately homes and old money. Back then, it was a young girl’s fairy land where animals and trees alike spoke to me.
I still like to go out in nature now although I don’t do it quite as much. When I do, I take pictures. I want to have these reminders.
Because this reminds me of my childhood, if I were going to do a Bayou Tarot this would be the Six of Cups. No regrets, just fond reminiscences of days I drifted down a north Louisiana bayou dreaming.
What will you allow yourself to dream today? Can you commit to 180 seconds today to do nothing but dream?
Seek Joy, Y’all. Pass it on.
Black Bayou Cypress & Knees, 2011, photo by Stephanie Arwen Lynch, all rights reserved.
Imagine you have the perfect day waiting for you. No one needs you right now.
Today’s card is from my unfinished, may never see the light of day, Bayou Tarot. It’s from pictures I’ve taken at my mother’s, now sister’s, place on a bayou in northeast Louisiana. It is home to me even though I didn’t grow up there and I
only lived there briefly.
This is a picture of the canoe that I did grow up with and pretty much in. My summers as a teenager were spent in this boat. My mother’s boyfriend who turned into my stepfather built a small cart that I used to haul this thing back and forth to the bayou. I lived about a block from the water.
It was common for me to grab a book (or two…I read pretty fast) along with a six pack of soda (gee, wonder where I picked up my soda habit) and some sandwiches then hit the water. I would explore all sorts of places on this mostly quiet stretch of water. Then I’d just float while I read.
The Ace of Cups to me is about potential happiness. It’s about happiness coming to you. It’s about paying attention to emotional clues so you don’t miss things.
Here, the canoe (a 17′ Delhi aluminum for those that care) waits to be turned over. It waits to be put into that water (yes that duckweed-choked water) so happiness can be found.
Imagine you have the perfect day waiting for you. No one needs you right now. There are no demands on your time other than this boat, that water.
Where will you go? Where will you head the bow of the boat? What dreams will you dream? What silly songs will you make up to the turtles watching you from the logs? How happy can you make yourself if it is just you, a canoe and a quiet bayou?
Seek joy, y’all. Pass it on.
Bayou Canoe, Arwen’s personal photos, 2011
Want a taste of where I grew up? Cotton Country Collectionis hands down my favorite cookbook. My copy is so dog-eared! But it was given to me by my mama. I’ll cherish it forever. 😀