The alchemical laboratory of Sarahluna Magdalene

Tarot: Three of Swords

Traditionally, the Three of Swords is seen as a melancholy card, frought with heartbreak and sorrow. The imagery in the card is certainly desolate….a tender heart pierced three times through with swords, cloudy skies, devoid of light…..this is the seeming  archetype of emotional pain that is universal…..something we have all felt that effects us on a very visceral level.

In my ruminations around this card, I have begun to see where this interpretation is just the surface of what power this image holds. At the center, the heart remains the most vibrant image in the card. Despite its apparent wounds, it is red and juicy, and isn’t bleeding. At all. The heart has taken the stabbing and is now recovering and adapting to the wounds. The swords are actually supporting the heart in a solid tripod formation. The rain is washing away the trauma of having been stabbed.

This is the card of strength from adversity. You will never know how strong you are unless you are challenged. Past challenges become strengths as you move past them and learn from them. You are more healed than you think, stronger than you started.

Take heart.

 

What are YOUR remedies?


Here in the foothills of the Berkshires, it is definitely Cold and Flu season. It seems like this warm, dry winter we’ve had is becoming a viral playground.

Our household is slogging its way through one housemate (or two) at a time.

I managed to keep myself healthy and plague-free until the very last with liberal hand washing and elder, but now even I have succumbed .

I have doubled my elder intake. (It’s a viral prophylactic, dontchano) I’m plying myself with warm teas , vitamin C , showers and lots of sleep.

How do you handle cold and flu season, preemptively and for healing?

What did your grandma do?

Ask a Witch: Void in cycle?

A  lovely reader asks:

Dear Sarahluna,

I have a very hard time during the season between Samhain and Yule.  I get that Samhain is about death, and Yule is about rebirth, but what about the six weeks between death and rebirth?  This time seems like a void to me, especially in the increasing cold and darkness. 

AW,  from CT

Dearest AW,

Seeds need time in the ground before they’re ready to sprout.  Eggs need time under the hen before they hatch.  In the Celtic bardic tradition, bards-in-training had to spend nine months wrapped in blankets working on their poetry in near-darkness — a kind of womb of words.

Part of the tradition of Wicca is a recognition that patience is a necessary part of bringing forth anything to fruition. Something has to die, and experience the breakdown of its form and structure, before it can take on new shape.  Consider the way that we look on the Goddess in her three-fold form: maiden, mother and crone.  We know that mortal humans go through this aging process one day at a time, and yet we separate them into three distinct identities.

In the same way, just because something dies does not mean it decomposes and decays all at once.  A dead ancestor does not immediately become a powerful presence in our lives, as one of the honored ancestors: the spirit has to re-acclimate to existence beyond the Veil; just as we who remain in life have to go through our own grieving process.

The short answer is that change requires both activity and stillness, both growth and withering, to achieve results.  And this season between Samhain and Yule is about recognizing that power, in both our faith and our magic.