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Emily Dickinson Cups

Following up in  a timely way on yesterday's post I really love the way Haley Rene Thompson works with cupped hands.  Making space for and with them.  Placement highlighting what the cups contain while other words vibrate around and beside them. The vibe of the individual renderings is often encaustic but not always.  The second design commonality card-to-card: the pips' background of Emily's own words. 

The court cards in this deck have been renamed.  I was super-spaced out by how deep this deck was as soon as I unpacked it so in the now I'm just guessing I'm getting the Emily-specific representations  in the right order but I don't know for sure.  I'll have to look around on the internet to know for sure.

was gonna post the pentacles as well but my photo editing program has frozen itself as it often does given how many images need to weed-out once and for all ...

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"Emily always has the last word"  Lynn Margulis

yesterday I received a gift of what can only be called liminal proportions.  It's the re-issue printing of the Emily Dickinson tarot deck from Factory Hollow Press.  The deck is amazing in so many ways before it's even considered as a divination tool.

The deck is a collaborative effort of five women artists. 

The rest of this post will focus on Halie Theoharides' interpretation of the major arcana.  She worked from an insect palette.

   the Emily quote below the card from a different deck* is a perfect match, imo, for the card backing artwork and the very dreamy way it feels to shuffle this deck. (*correlating to the traditional High Priestess card - the above is from the Greenwood Tarot deck).  The Dickinson deck includes a card with just those words, as glimpsed above.  Am considering putting it in the deck as a kind of wild card but maybe not until I see how I'm nudged to concretely relate to and with this deck. 

On my creativity blog I mentioned writing fathers and also my sense of an entire tribe of writing mothers.  I would see Emily as the reigning matriarch of that tribe although I never thought of it concretely until just now.  I certainly think about her when I'm out wandering in our little field, the front lawn and house dooryards because it's the same landscape, essentially, that she knew.  The same species of plants I love, nurture, and gather are framed on the wall of her house in the form of exemplar reconstructions of her original herbarium. 

rabbits rabbits

I love Chesca Potter's artwork and every single card of the Greenwood Tarot.  Although the card above is from the earth suite, I think it's a marvelous illustration for the full moon in Aries.  Also a good tie-in for the first day of the month.

Mama's been recuperating from a leg strain.  Yesterday she went out for the first time in many days.  She had tight supervision for about 40 minutes or so.  Then the wind kicked up enough for her to voluntarily scamper inside.  Today it was far milder.  She was out for about two and a half hours.  And then this happened up in the studio:

It's a period of gear shifting.  A deeper level of internalization that's burnished by introspection as organic as outer radiations were just weeks in the past tense.  One of the nine delicata squash didn't cure properly but the other eight look wonderful.  Our meager shallot harvest will be enough.  We still have many from last year's harvest that are firm and juicy to supplement. 

While I was looking for the red Challenger rabbits the two of Cups kept flipping out of the pile asking for contemplation.  The entire deck is this beautiful and deep.  Have been thinking a lot about the sacred inner union of male and female polarity contained in each of us.  It feels very important right now to focus on forms of polarity that are sacred and organic to the natural kingdoms/natural law.  To literally raise the tone of our inner landscape.  To understand how attraction works not just for but within us.  I've thought about this process a lot during this particular calendar year.  Lived various aspects of the process in ways that feel divinely enhanced and others that felt far more like a collection of broken watch gears, coffee sludge, and yesterday's papers.   Now it seems I need some time to wander most quietly and with these shorter visual post card sort of posts.

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