sadness
I've been an emotional wreck lately. My beloved old cat, Sophie, is suffering with liver disease. All the trips to the vet, the emergency surgery, the never-ending struggle to get food into her, have taken a heavy toll.
Last night, after breaking into sobs for what seems like the hundredth time in the span of a few days, I tried to calm myself with my Fey cards. I thought to do a simple three card, past/present/future spread. I thought about the situation with Sophie, asking for something to give me hope or comfort. I shuffled and cut, and turned up the first card. I was looking at that beautiful, sorrowful face of the three of swords. His face just seemed to express all the pain I've been going through... the sword imprinted on his very body, immutable... the water he stands in, a pool of salty tears. I feel I have cried an ocean's worth lately. I should be dust by now.
It felt like the message was complete, like the past/present/future spread wasn't needed. I felt like my emotions were too exhausted to try to bring the other two cards into my interpretation, anyway. For the record, they were the eight of wands and the ten of pentacles.
I'm trying to feel that message of healing and hope that Ravenswing spoke of. But it is eluding me for now.