This week, I took a walk and pictured my desires flying from my mouth on the wings of butterflies and birds. I realized that articulating our desires is the cornerstone of profound transformation. Patiently, we await their return, attuned to the signs of our dreams finding their way back to us like faithful messenger birds homeward bound.Â
Desires, whispers of our deepest wishes, are imbued with enchantment. Language, our shared magic, serves as the conduit for connection and comprehension—a potent force that shapes our reality. Words are abbreviations for life, conveying a fraction of its vastness, leaving unfound depths unspoken still.
I am growing increasingly fond of the language of Tarot. Like all languages, it is visually symbolic, but unlike the alphabetic language, the cards hold multitudes of mutable meanings that are subjectively read.Â
As I grow in my learning and practice, I am enjoying the company of other Tarot practitioners. We are collectively learning a holy language of benevolence, healing, and good direction, and our conversations reflect such. Plus, Tarot is a game. This original framing of Tarot as a game aligns with my belief that we operate best when we are playing.
Tarot imagery, replete with myriad narratives, speaks volumes with each card evoking prismatic emotions and insights. If I am working with a card, I will see it flash in my mind's eye when particular situations arise. Similar to how a poem holds power in evocative image and sentiment expressed in but a few words. I draw in my journals for this reason. Because a doodle may capture the message more than a sentence.
Reflecting on the image of birds and butterflies flying from my mouth, I was struck by a spiritual truth: the power of asking and receiving. A lesson I've often overlooked in my fervent self-reliance, born from past wounds. This revelation offers a reminder of the profound impact of small yet intentional actions—asking, and in turn, receiving. This image helped me more directly than much of my writing this week. All to say, open your windows to the language of your soul in whichever form she desires.
What is a picture in your mind that illustrates the comfort you seek? What holds your heart?
PS. The image is a collage I made inspired by my journal doodle.