Sometimes he was a long way out and she missed him and the beached fishes gasped for breath. Then he was all over her again, and they were mermaids together, because there was always something feminine about my father, for all his power. Earth and water are the same kind, just as fire and air are their opposites.
When two water signs get together, the chemistry is always undeniably deep. No one can understand a water sign’s needs quite like another water sign. We are kin – flowing from the same source. He did that thing that we water signs do when we care about someone. He’d offered me his cup – expecting nothing in return.
“I love you,” I blurt out.
I don’t know where those words came from or why I said them. But once I’d said it, I knew that there was no taking them back.
“When your soul is filled with genuine wonderment,” he said, “it forms of the essence of your being.”
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.
Japan is probably not a place where most foreigners would ever truly feel at home. But after three years here, I can safely say – it’s not exactly ‘home’, but it’s become very very familiar. After five weeks on the road for both professional and personal reasons, I’m back in my messy apartment that I never quite have time to clean. What an anticlimax…
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.