I’d mentioned before that two cards kept appearing in my readings. I’ve already talked about The Hermit, and today I want to examine the Nine of Pentacles. Both have to do with solitude… but the Nine adds the element of gratitude.
This card is gorgeous. I love the colors and the flowing lines. I especially love how, although the woman is alone, she seems not to be concerned about that. Life springs out of her creative expression, and the warm colors suggest that she is comfortable in her solitude. Purple is a color of creativity, while green is life… my two favorite colors in the world. With the water-based conch shells, it suggests that her world and music are filled with emotion, and the fact that she is seated on a conch suggests that she is comfortable in her emotional state. She holds her head high while admiring the fruit of her talent. The roots of the tree spread out wide on the earth, as do the roots that seem to spring from the shell. She is grounded. The branches of the tree reach high into the Universe, suggesting that her music is not meant to be kept to herself, even though she is alone in composing it. Her hands seem relaxed as they are poised above the keyboard, and I imagine that if I could see her face, it too would be in a peaceful state.
I want that. If I must be alone for now, I want it to be a peaceful solitude. I want life to spring from my creative endeavors, whether it comes from my novel, my guided visualizations, my poetry, my music, or my theatrical performances… I want to bring life to my art.
I also want to find that sense of solace from being alone. What I wish is to be comfortable in my solitude instead of feeling lonely. Going from a house full of people to an apartment by myself is still an adjustment, even after a year and a half. Sometimes it’s just too quiet. What I am attempting to do is fill that quiet with the words of the my characters and the sounds of the world I am creating in my novel.
Snape could never be in this picture… and that makes me feel sad for people like him in this world. My heart goes out to those who have loved and lost because I have been there. However, the most important thing I can do for myself is not to get stuck in old memories. I am ready to make new ones, even if I have to do it alone. Would I be willing to accept someone into my world? Of course… but not simply to alleviate any loneliness I feel. When and if I were to be with someone, it would have to be a coming together of two like souls. Convenience is not an option; that’s too easy. I want something that has time to blossom and grow, like the tree springing forth in the picture. Someone who also has a creative spirit who will help feed that tree, and not allow it to wither and die away.
I did that. I allowed my creative writing to wither away because someone else didn’t appreciate what I wanted to do. I gave in to doing what he wanted and stepped back from the things that were really a part of my soul. Meditation and a soul retrieval ritual helped me to reclaim that part of me, and I will not let it go again. A life of creativity is what I am called to.
And so I will write. I will continue to write here, even if no one ever reads these words. Like the tree, I give these words to the Universe. I am perfectly okay with simply sending them out there. Who knows where they will land, if they even do?
Today, as the sun streams in through the windows this gorgeous day-after-Thanksgiving, I will write. I will be filled with gratitude that I have been given the gift of time to do so as well as a creative spirit. I shall fill the silence with soft music and allow my imagination to fly me to the world I am creating through my fingertips. Perhaps one day the world will share this imaginative journey with me when I finally publish the fruits of my solitary labor.