I finally get up and get changed. Not that I had any interest in getting ready. I put on some casual pants and a shirt that I didn’t care much for. The thundered roared outside. I didn’t use to like rain much – but ever since my very first Chopda Pujan at Sri Mariamman Temple, I have a new found respect for rain. Mariamman – or Mother Mari – is the Rain Mother. She is a pre-Vedic Tamil folk goddess. In agricultural societies, abundance was contingent on adequate rainfall. Without rain, crops cannot grow healthy and strong.
She’s the river that flows. The ocean that possesses great mysteries, her tides taking you wherever she pleases. She’s a lake – still and silent. Watching, brooding. She’s the Queen of Cups.
In the past 3 years, I feel like I’ve lost touch with that ‘watery’ side of myself. Even when I have written about the Suit of Cups, my musings have been limited to Mr. Mopey from the 5 of Cups and Mr. and Mrs. Nostalgia from the Six of Cups. Regardless of what zodiac sign you are – those are not easy life situations to deal with. And for a water sign, that energy can be particularly strong, toxic and lasting. Our feelings and emotions run far deeper than those of fire, air or earth signs.
If there’s one card that’s as bad as the mopey Five of Cups guy who can’t move past his grief – it’s the Six of Cups people who are romanticising the past. Someone get them a room. They’re making me want to vomit. I’m still not sure what worse – romanticising what was and what could have been – or just swimming around in your own sorrow.