Golden Tarot - 6 of Cups
3-1: In this card, two children sit in a lovely garden. The older boy seems to be reading a book to the younger boy. He has an air of pride about him as though he's happy to be entertaining the younger one. The younger boy is gazing up at the older one with great interest and hope that he will accept the cup of flowers he is offering to the reader. The little one must be a "busy" child as he's managed to catch a small bird in his hand and he's holding on to it tightly. There is a pleasant atmosphere in the sky and its surroundings. The warmth of the sun is shining on a comfortable, clear day.
3-2: I sit as quitely as I can, listening to my older brother read me a story. He's good at that. I've found some pretty flowers to give him so I can show him how much I love and appreciate him in my own childlike way. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to me though. Earlier, I was running through the grass with my bare feet trying to catch a bird. I was pretty clever the way I snuck up on it and snatched it up! The grass tickles my toes, but the sun feels good on my face. I sure wish "brother" would pay attention to me.
3-3: The first thing that came to mind that I can relate to this card isn't a recent one, but one that although is about 30ish years old has still never left my memory. One early evening when I was about 6-8 yrs old, shortly after dinner when my parents and I were sitting around the living room watching television, I took the time to draw a horse on a sheet of paper. I remember my stepfather lying on the floor in front of the television watching intently, my mother on the couch behind us crochetting, myself sitting on the floor drawing, and a wonderful fire roaring in the fireplace. After finishing the picture, I was so proud of how it turned out. I reached over and gave it to my dad, saying something like, "Here Dad, I drew you a picture of a horse." He proceeding to take the drawing, look it over, commenting that it was "nice," and for some terrible reason, he put it in the fireplace! I remember being crushed that he would do that. I remember being confused as to why he would do that. And I still have not been able to figure it out. But I wonder now.....could this be why my younger years of love for drawing has vanished and never been persued?