WalesWoman
These are great insights into the Queen of Cups, she's been in a couple of my spreads in the last few days.
I think of her as a hopeless romantic, the cup is elaborate because of the energy she puts into the fantasy of romantic love and relationships, she looks pensive, perhaps, because men being men, are not like the romantic heros they are in novels and chick flicks and it breaks her heart to have to acknowledge the fantasy is not the reality. Perhaps it makes her wonder if she's making a big deal out of nothing, ie, men are oafs in the romance dept. preferring beer and football games to wine and candlelit dinners and has to accept a bit of disallusion or two, maybe she wants that fantasy ideal lover to be real and if the relationship doesn't live up to her expectations, then she is in the wrong one.
I like the idea of water working the rough edges off of the stones, polishing then. Sort of hang in there, eventually the energy of unconscious emotion of unrelentless love will smooth over the rough spots, just as the ebb and flow of the tides rise and fall, everchanging and renewing the the beach. Love is not a static thing, it's always changing yet consistent in it's cycles.
I'm still working on the cliff in the background, any ideas of what that might mean?
I think of her as a hopeless romantic, the cup is elaborate because of the energy she puts into the fantasy of romantic love and relationships, she looks pensive, perhaps, because men being men, are not like the romantic heros they are in novels and chick flicks and it breaks her heart to have to acknowledge the fantasy is not the reality. Perhaps it makes her wonder if she's making a big deal out of nothing, ie, men are oafs in the romance dept. preferring beer and football games to wine and candlelit dinners and has to accept a bit of disallusion or two, maybe she wants that fantasy ideal lover to be real and if the relationship doesn't live up to her expectations, then she is in the wrong one.
I like the idea of water working the rough edges off of the stones, polishing then. Sort of hang in there, eventually the energy of unconscious emotion of unrelentless love will smooth over the rough spots, just as the ebb and flow of the tides rise and fall, everchanging and renewing the the beach. Love is not a static thing, it's always changing yet consistent in it's cycles.
I'm still working on the cliff in the background, any ideas of what that might mean?