From the Robin Wood Tarot
How am I to respond to a card which may herald the dawn of a loving relationship – and then doesn’t?
That’s to make it sound as if I was expecting it to – that I drew the promise of the Page of Cups and expected its fulfilment upon walking out the door – a chance encounter perhaps, a Mills and Boon meeting of eyes at a bus stop… You can picture the scenarios which sprang unbidden to my mind.
But I didn’t expect anything of the kind, not really. Crazy not stupid, after all.
I have made no secret of my loneliness and yearning for a relationship and of course I thought of romance as I drew the card, but only in a playful passing fancy.
The beginning of the week was dominated not by daydreams of a new romance but by thoughts of an old, long dead one, raised by a phone call with my eldest daughter Anne in faraway England.
She was telling me of the difficulties my ex-husband John is having with his new partner’s 11 year old son.
The boy was never an easy child and now it seems his father is encouraging him to be difficult.
I thought that was a shame, as I always regarded him as a decent man.
And then Anne told me what I didn’t know – as factory manager John had recently made him redundant.
So John has taken this man’s wife and children, his home and now his job too. That would stretch anyone’s sense of decency.
And I cried for my John.
I cried for the good man who did one bad thing and has been sinking further into the crap it generated ever since.
And that’s what the gentle, loving Page of Cups brought me. Not romance but compassion for the poor frightened boy who made a mess and never found the courage to admit it, let alone try and clean it up a bit.
Pink Mulla Mulla is for people who are unable to resolve a deep hurt, wrong or injustice which can make them suspicious of people’s motives, allowing them no rest.
I think again of my sorry ex and all the people touched so cruelly by his one, huge mistake.
What I don’t see anywhere is black-hearted malice, just tragedy on tragedy and misery for the ones who can’t find a way to make some running repairs and move on.
For myself though, this Page does also signify new beginnings and all the hope, optimism and excitement they generate.
I closed the week by saying goodbye to the Minister’s office, fond farewells and good wishes ringing in my ears.
I have the key to my new office and on Monday will begin serving the good people of Outer Smuggington, on behalf of their new MP.
And maybe, just maybe, there will be another new beginning around the corner… but patience, Precious, patience.
All good things in their own time and turn.