Love love love is what it’s all about this week. The expression “My cup runneth over” is apt as the dove of peace brings the wafer of forgiveness to the waters of love running over the rim of the golden cup held by the hand of god appearing out of the clouds in a blue blue sky. The water sustains the lilies dotting the surface of the pool of blue water. To Buddhists the water lily is a symbol of enlightenment, purity, and divine birth. The beautiful bloom emerges from the mud. Peace love and mercy. The spirit of the holidays approaches.
A woman of authority comes into your life this week. She is blunt, she is fair, her truth cuts like a knife but she is always for the good and her emblems include butterflies, angels and clouds (the stuff of ideas and thoughts). You might not like what you hear but try to listen with an open heart and be grateful that someone is willing to risk discomfort for telling you the truth. Perhaps this queen is you. If so, remember the action of your outstretched left hand which adds mercy to the resolute judgement of the upright sword.
Are you too hard on yourself? Are you hard on others? Watch your judgment meter this week and remember that the best reckoning is partnered with compassion and mercy. Although the Angel Gabriel who blows his horn to call all to come to terms with their conscience is upside down his direct gaze pierces our heart and reminds us to welcome a repentant nature with the knowledge that coming to terms is not always easy. Namaste.
The Queen of Swords sits on her throne gazing into the future. A beam of light hits the hilt of the sword that she holds in her right hand. Another beam finds it’s way to the butterfly carving on the legs of her throne. This queen is all about tough love. She see things clearly and makes fair judgments. If you are on the receiving side of one such judgment, know that although it might come with the bluntness of a double-edged sword, you must remember it is for your own good. This queen is an instrument of transformation as witnessed by the number of butterflies alighting the landscape.
If, during the week, you find yourself in the position of queen with judgements and rulings to make, heed the words of Shakespeare’s Portia, as you make those pronouncements: “The quality of mercy is not strained; it droppeth as the gentle main from heaven upon the place beneath.”