"The death of what’s dead is the birth of what’s living." Arlo Guthrie
"Really? Really, Tarot? You’re gonna give me Death today?" I talk back to my cards. They snicker. Don’t even wait until I’m not looking.
I had been drawing cards from the Well-Worn Path decks, which I have affectionately dubbed my "Witch Deck," and had just pulled "Summerland," is more or less the equivalent to Death (associated Pluto).
Never let anybody tell you the cards don’t have a sense of humor.
I’m wondering if he’d write about it. Mercury is the messenger, after all. The message today tells us that whatever "it" is for you has become yesterday’s news. You may be destroyed or relieved or both but functionally, it’s a moot point.
I’ve never known Tarot’s Death to occur in isolation, though, and that’s what you look for now—what comes after? When clinging to the old isn’t possible, you pull out your broom, sweep those broken pieces up for the rubbish pile, and start taking stock.
Where am I now, versus where do I want to be? How can I take one step closer to where I want to be? What can I learn from the experience?
One of the gifts people seldom mention about Death, Tarot or otherwise: freedom. Whatever is gone, whatever has changed, you’re no longer tethered as before. There IS transformation because there is no other option. It’s just like composting. That rotting mass is what’s going to make your garden beautiful, if you use it right.
Your choice, now.
Are you feeling this, friends?