Portrait of Pips - A Column by Elizabeth Hazel

This is the first in a series of "portraits" of the Minor Arcana, written in Liz's unique style.  All cards are inspired by and illustrated with the Vala Tarot, a deck designed and illustrated by Elizabeth Hazel.

Five of Cups

Drip, drip, drip. Darn leaky cups. Won't these people ever stop bugging me? Don't they ever have good news? I need a vacation, a distraction - everyone has sucked me dry. Life is so complicated - my heart is like a bag of sand. I should probably do something useful, like scrubbing the toilet. Hey, what do you know? That's a container that still has water in it! And every time I flush it, it fills back up again like magic. Imagine all that water, moving through pipes and tunnels, finally reaching the sea where it can dance along with the waves, wild and free. Sheesh, what a day, when flushing a toilet cheers me up. I must be feeling a little desperate - these nagging problems and disappointments are throwing me off balance and eroding my defenses. Its been like this for weeks - maybe its all getting to me. And its so many weeks until spring! I miss my garden, I miss my friend. Everything seems to be out of whack. So why do I feel like maybe, just maybe, there's going to be a spot of luck around the corner? Perhaps I'm just so stressed out I'm delusional, but not all of these cups are empty. Maybe if I look again I can find one that's still full.

Two of Pentacles

Everything turns and spins, nothing stays the same. If only stability was stable, but it insists on changing. Houses, cars, jobs: these things come and go, with the seasons, with the years. The phone rings and a friend has re-arranged her furniture, her e-mail accounts, her life. Changes churn, never a little, but a lot all at once. Material things aren't really all that inanimate - like that shirt that shrunk in the wash, or the new dent on the car. Possessions can be sneaky that way. The runes I pulled yesterday won't be the ones I pull today; the driveway could be buried in snow tomorrow. Do I own my possessions, or do they own me? So much passion and energy is siphoned into the basics of every day survival. No matter how far along in life you go, there are some things that always have to be started at the beginning. It would be like coming in during the middle of a movie. You can't count money from the middle, you have to start at the top to get a clear picture of your current state of wealth or poverty. And you'd better count it twice just to be sure. That's why the snake is biting his tail - the shillings from Monday are all gone by Wednesday and he has to start over. The bills paid in May have to be paid again in June. It comes in one hand and goes out the other. The hammer hits the anvil every time a bill arrives in the mailbox. But the change jar - that's all mine! Mine! Mine! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!

See the next installment of "Portrait of Pips" here.

Elizabeth Hazel is a tarotist, astrologer and rune reader. Her original art for the Vala Tarot was inspired by a life time of reading the cards, and she is seeking a publisher for the deck. Liz enjoys music and gardening.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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