Alissa
Last night, Grace Kelly came to mind. Not the Grace Kelly who starred as Hitchcock's ice princess in Rear Window. No, that was the Grace Kelly who was still on top. That was Grace still living in her Queen of Cups moment, in Hollywood.
No, instead what blossomed in my mind was like an emotional epiphany... Grace Kelly was the living embodiment of the Nine of Pentacles after marrying Prince Rainier.
Grace had everything, by outward standards. She was a living the dream, a princess, wealthy beyond measure, surrounded by luxury. "A fairy tale come true" was what they all said to her. And she smiled her strained smile, demurely nodding in agreement while examing the tightly clenched fists in her lap.
Alone. She had a empty title, and tried to give her rudderless life a direction again by having the children that were expencted of her. While she embraced her role as mother, she longed to return to acting, her true passion, but knew it was considered unthinkable by her husband, who was known to dally with other women.
Purposeless. Loveless. Directionless. Alone for decades, despite her enormous fame and fortune. Her life had had momentum and meaning when she was only an actress in Hollywood. In Monaco? Not so much.
If I made a Tarot deck, I would use the stunningly beautiful Grace Kelly as my Nine of Pentacles. The woman in the Ivory Tower, the quintessential Poor Little Rich Girl of the 20th century.
I hope she had a falcon and a snail to keep her company.
No, instead what blossomed in my mind was like an emotional epiphany... Grace Kelly was the living embodiment of the Nine of Pentacles after marrying Prince Rainier.
Grace had everything, by outward standards. She was a living the dream, a princess, wealthy beyond measure, surrounded by luxury. "A fairy tale come true" was what they all said to her. And she smiled her strained smile, demurely nodding in agreement while examing the tightly clenched fists in her lap.
Alone. She had a empty title, and tried to give her rudderless life a direction again by having the children that were expencted of her. While she embraced her role as mother, she longed to return to acting, her true passion, but knew it was considered unthinkable by her husband, who was known to dally with other women.
Purposeless. Loveless. Directionless. Alone for decades, despite her enormous fame and fortune. Her life had had momentum and meaning when she was only an actress in Hollywood. In Monaco? Not so much.
If I made a Tarot deck, I would use the stunningly beautiful Grace Kelly as my Nine of Pentacles. The woman in the Ivory Tower, the quintessential Poor Little Rich Girl of the 20th century.
I hope she had a falcon and a snail to keep her company.