Alissa
15-11-2004, 15:27
In New Mexico, we have this recreation called Cliff Jumping, or Cliff Diving. I don't dive, but I have been Cliff Jumping in my wilder youth, up in the Jemez Springs area, in the mountains outside Cuba. It's been ... lordy... maybe 13 years or more since I was at the site, but there is this *one spot* which locals all seem to gravitate towards, where 3 jumps exist.
The baby jump - I remember this being about 20 feet.
The middle jump - about 40 feet.
The high jump - about 75 or more. There are several high jump spots, and at all the high jumps, as you stand at the ledge, you can see, you will need a running start in order to clear the rest of the mountain and shore below you, as the shoreline is further in than the cliff. I knew I wasn't gonna attempt the high jumps. And the ones that were... well, half of them were inebriated and just acting Darwinistic.
Now, what pray tell does this have to do with Tarot?
Yesterday, I had a couple rather clever Tarot images that popped in my head and one of them I just couldn't resist sharing was the image of cliff jumping, and the lesson I learned there... and the Fool's cliff in Tarot.
When I was about 21, I was jumping the middle cliff (yes, the middle) for my first jump ever. I was with my then-boyfriend. We had repelled off mountain tops together, rode his motorcycle, and done other number of wild stuff during our time cohabitating.
When I got to the cliff, I got in the middle jump's line, but I looked at him and said, "Oh my God... I don't know if I can do it." The water was soooo far down.
"You can...."
I took another look over the edge while waiting for the next jumper ("AAAhhhhhh~!!!!") to splash down. From this cliff, there are no trees to clear, only a straight drop down into a very very deep pond. I knew I wasn't gonna impale myself on a tree.
(But what if it's not deep enough? Everyone's surviving ahead of you... you're no bigger than them....)
My turn was next.
Don't think about it... just do it - this I told myself. This message I took away from the memory of that day, and have told myself on other occassions when I am in doubt.
I forcefully took my eyes off the water, the dizzying drop, and ran the 6 feet necessary to take off in mid air, plummeting several long long long seconds before impacting with the cold mountain water. I don't remember if I screamed or laughed or held my breath the whole way down any longer, but I remember paddling to the surface, and breaking through the water laughing.
Let's do it again!!!! Like a kid, I wanted another turn at the ride. I climbed back up the hill for another shot.
Yesterday, for no reason, this memory bumped into the concept of the Fool's Cliff... and I realized that a part of me had already internalized the Fool's message, long before I even knew it.
If you concentrate on the jump, and your fears, it is so easy to not go through with it. To not take the step, to not try.
If you take a leap of faith, with your eyes to the sky in confidence, you may yet surprise yourself with the exhilerating ride that comes next.
Go for it! Seize the day... Carpe Diem!~
The baby jump - I remember this being about 20 feet.
The middle jump - about 40 feet.
The high jump - about 75 or more. There are several high jump spots, and at all the high jumps, as you stand at the ledge, you can see, you will need a running start in order to clear the rest of the mountain and shore below you, as the shoreline is further in than the cliff. I knew I wasn't gonna attempt the high jumps. And the ones that were... well, half of them were inebriated and just acting Darwinistic.
Now, what pray tell does this have to do with Tarot?
Yesterday, I had a couple rather clever Tarot images that popped in my head and one of them I just couldn't resist sharing was the image of cliff jumping, and the lesson I learned there... and the Fool's cliff in Tarot.
When I was about 21, I was jumping the middle cliff (yes, the middle) for my first jump ever. I was with my then-boyfriend. We had repelled off mountain tops together, rode his motorcycle, and done other number of wild stuff during our time cohabitating.
When I got to the cliff, I got in the middle jump's line, but I looked at him and said, "Oh my God... I don't know if I can do it." The water was soooo far down.
"You can...."
I took another look over the edge while waiting for the next jumper ("AAAhhhhhh~!!!!") to splash down. From this cliff, there are no trees to clear, only a straight drop down into a very very deep pond. I knew I wasn't gonna impale myself on a tree.
(But what if it's not deep enough? Everyone's surviving ahead of you... you're no bigger than them....)
My turn was next.
Don't think about it... just do it - this I told myself. This message I took away from the memory of that day, and have told myself on other occassions when I am in doubt.
I forcefully took my eyes off the water, the dizzying drop, and ran the 6 feet necessary to take off in mid air, plummeting several long long long seconds before impacting with the cold mountain water. I don't remember if I screamed or laughed or held my breath the whole way down any longer, but I remember paddling to the surface, and breaking through the water laughing.
Let's do it again!!!! Like a kid, I wanted another turn at the ride. I climbed back up the hill for another shot.
Yesterday, for no reason, this memory bumped into the concept of the Fool's Cliff... and I realized that a part of me had already internalized the Fool's message, long before I even knew it.
If you concentrate on the jump, and your fears, it is so easy to not go through with it. To not take the step, to not try.
If you take a leap of faith, with your eyes to the sky in confidence, you may yet surprise yourself with the exhilerating ride that comes next.
Go for it! Seize the day... Carpe Diem!~