I have a group of like-minded souls to practice my spirituality with. Last Saturday, I invited them all to my house to celebrate the equinox and also to participate in our regular full moon discussion involving the variety of celestial events occurring during this season. After our discussions, we released the heaviness of winter using a guided meditation and welcomed in spring by using body paint to write affirmations on each others skin. We all took turns putting compliments, encouragement, delighted memories, animals that inspire us, and other messages on our arms and shoulders. Laughter was throughout the house. The level of energy was palpable. The infusion of love was a great boost to my spirit to replace those released pieces of life that were lingering and languishing within us.
That energy has launched me this week. I’m tired (I’m not as young about staying up late as I once was), but I feel revitalized in a way that’s hard to define. It feels like the natural place to begin feeling creative this season. It led into week 2 very well for me.
You know, my tarot card draw this week was the knight of cups, reversed. It has some meaning aside from this, but generally speaking: it is a foreteller of disappointment. When I drew the card, I thought it had to have been mistaken. I felt so energized, alive! How could there be disappointment? I didn’t dismiss the card, but realized I needed to keep my eyes open.
By 4 pm Tuesday, it was clear that my stomach had been agitated by something (my main culprits are anxiety, rich foods, and/or hormonal changes), and by that evening, I was looking at a long night of stomach upset. This isn’t a new rodeo for me and I have a medical team who knows my story. However, this morning I recognized the knight of cups for what it was.
Wednesday was recovery mode. Anyone with any type of intestinal discomfort can tell you that it’s exhausting. Being my partner was also exhausting. Wednesday night was spent restoring our energy, together.
I’ve touched on this before, and I’ll go more in depth now. The real “hump day” isn’t Wednesday. Sure, at one point it was, back when our weeks began on Sundays. But our lives are much different now.
I wake at 5 am, and on Monday, 5 am, my week officially begins. As such, explains time wizard Laura Vanderkam, Thursday evening is closer to the mid point of the average person’s week. (She goes as far as to track her time in fifteen minute increments. It’s a practice I recommend, but maybe only once. It’s eye-opening.)
Knowing that Thursday evening is my week’s apex is helpful for my mindset. A realistic idea of where that midpoint is gives me a better idea of where my time is going in a world where performance and “hustle culture” are frequently topics on our minds. I know that the restful end of my week is still ahead, with some time to spare still to get things accomplished. And the best part about cyclic living? If I can’t get a jump on it this week, I’ll have a new week to try again soon.
With that in mind, I still have half my week for creativity to reveal itself.
What divination did you pick this week? What was your draw?