A majority of my tarot clients are women. And they LOVED the way women are represented in the Wildwood Tarot deck. Firstly – there are loads of them. This is not the case in more traditional tarot decks where beyond the Empress, the High Priestess and the Queens – we women are nowhere to be found.
The Queen of Pentacles loves her family. She worries constantly about whether everything is going to be alright. In taking care of everyone else, she has forgotten that once upon a time she was a passionate woman with her own goals. Her own agenda. Her own dreams.
Society has a way of using career success and money to justify all kinds of nonsense. For ‘career success’ we do all kinds of permissible crimes. We neglect our kids, our health, our sense of well-being… and even ourselves. We do it to succeed. But are we actually successful?
Success is not success unless it fits your definition of success. When you succeed on someone else’s terms by playing someone else’s rules – you ultimately feel empty. And no amount of money is going to make you feel better.
He is the provider and protector. People respect him for he leads with great wisdom that comes from knowledge and experience. Although he is a head over heart type of person – he understands the emotions of people well enough to take them into consideration when making decisions. He is someone who commands respect through mutual understanding whilst always staying at the top of his game.
Ideally, a good parent would be someone who teaches you the principles of how to navigate life and is there to guide you without suffocating you. A good parent will know when to let go and let you gain your own independence. That’s different for different children.
Career or family. What would you choose? It’s a question asked of every woman in our modern world. Can we have it all? The current consensus seems to be a loud and resolute HELL NO. We can’t have it all. Something has to give. We have to compromise. If you don’t want to – too bad. You must. For some bizarre reason, no one seems to ask men to choose.
I woke up one morning unable to move. Fatigue had left its mark on every inch of me. I was burnt out. Exhausted. Tired as hell. I wanted to keep going. I just couldn’t. Some of us live lives where we are always giving. We give our jobs. We give our partners. We give our children. We give, give, give. And at the end of the day, we have nothing left to give ourselves.