Reflecting over the year winding to a close, we can’t help but take the measure of Fortuna’s ever playful hand at work.
Fortuna, ancient Roman Goddess of Luck, Fate, and Fortune inspires the tenth card in tarot’s Major Arcana. Chance, the luck of the draw, the spinning wheel are guided by her sovereign pleasure. Where will your path unexpectedly twist? Was she winding you toward that possibility all along? Will you reach out and dare to spin next?
Fortuna’s symbology includes the cornucopia, abundant in riches. As the steering power of fate, she is also pictured with (or in a striking interpretation of the Wheel card, she is embodied AS…) a ship’s rudder. Navigation, direction, next step is directed by her. She may be depicted as riding a wheel or on a throne carved with that cyclical wonder. Pictured as blind, she reminds us that sometimes her bounty falls blindly -- seemingly in disarray with elements of justice, karma, and truth.
Bid farewell to 2015 with gratitude for blessings as well as the blessings in disguise. Send that wheel spinning with the power of your intention for “good” fortune but be ever ready to sweep up the shattered glass, mourn the passing of a friend gone too soon, to fight back and to fight hard.
Wheel of Fortune illustrates dynamism, mechanics of fate underpinning our mundane world.
In my work the Medicine Wheel is the map, compass, journey, and destination. And as a living force it is ever changing. And in my heart because it is vital and evolving, I can trust it deeply.
Mid December in Vermont.
We should be plunged into deep cold that matches the depth of this darkness...perhaps I ought to write about the Hermit Card in anticipation of this retreat we take, this pull to our interior worlds, accessing wisdom on our solitary path - solitary, while befriended by ice and deep, white drifts of powder…
Not this blog entry. Not this December.
Just ahead of Solstice, as twilight settles around us at 3:30 in the afternoon, the air is mild and ground is bare. Making a snow cave and ice lanterns aren’t on the menu for this year’s celebration of longest night.
At this moment, resonating so powerfully-- is the Hanged Man card.
Inverted, world turned on its head. Tightly bound and suspended in a liminal space.... the waiting, oh, the waiting. The Hanged Man experiences a wounding, this wound a portal for the entrance of Spirit. Hours pass, then days. Hanged Man doesn’t fight his way back, doesn’t chase his breath as it escapes him. Surrender becomes a path to enlightenment.
Before enlightenment, making a sacrifice is essential. We are ready to lay our burdens down in the North of the wheel. Our bodies prepare for the snow to drift down, the snap of cold to kiss our lips. To make a “sacrifice” means giving up to Great Spirit that which we held as holy. The sacrifice has worth, value, weight. Our hands should quiver a bit as we lay it down on stone, our sense of longing to snatch it back should well up. Time will tell you it is time to release.
So, on the altar of stone we released the Summer heat, the harvest, the hopes. By now we have even released the grief of loss, as leaves tumbled down and returned to earth. We have released the release!
We know that darkness has us captivated. But this year, instead of the surety of cold wind coming to meet us, we might feel a sense of extended sacrifice as we hang swaying in the unseasonably mild breezes.
Force of willpower. Drive. Expansion. Potency….. The Chariot card is speaking my language....
Chariot in Tarot is classic Horse Totem energy: unity of power and purpose. Unbridled.
You are Going Places with Chariot. And, yes you may be literally travelling or moving to a new home but you are on the Path of Journey without doubt. Risk it. Dare to. No standing still.
Variations of Chariot depict a driver harnessing two beasts (horses, lions, sphinxes, wolves, seahorses) and with the power and fluency of the reins (and of course the flow of energy from heart to hands to reins) the course is set. Directed, channeled, victorious.
Somatically, Chariot in the soles of your feet, rising higher along the backs of your legs. Your hands let out golden sparking light and heat.
To what end do we use this power, this energy?
If, in balance we serve self, other, community, planet, the infinite, how does that look?
How does that feel?
In a time when we can see so clearly, the damage, the denigration and denial of the sacred by a“power-over” status quo, we must saddle up everyday. We must catch the reins in hand. We must value and acknowledge these beasts under our power: our mind, body, soul, spirit...then raise eyes to the horizon and Ride. So. Fucking. Hard.