Robin Wood Tarot, 2 of Swords
Wow, I'm wordy
4.1: Once upon a time, there was a headstrong young girl who always listened to the moon. She staid up at night, despite what her parents wanted her to do so that she could watch the moon rise and set and change throughout the months. She loved the moon, and she enjoyed her freedom. She was smart enough to convince her parents with her arguments and while she didn't always get her own way, she got it often enough to be convinced of her own intelligence.
She kept up her headstrong, head smart ways throughout her teenage years and her parents despised of marrying her off to any of the young men in the village. She didn't want to marry. She wanted to think and learn as much as possible. She wanted to listen to the moon and the sea and to explore the lands beyond her village.
One day she set off from home, and carried with her a pack full of clothing and food, and a sword. She didn't know how to use the sword, but she knew that having it would ensure her safety. She had some adventures along the road, and explored the villages beyond her own. She sat at the feet of scholars and she learned how to use her sword. Eventually, she came into the possession of a second sword, but that's a story for anther time. She's not even sure how she got the second sword, it was beside her one morning when she woke up. She shrugged and took it with her. Weren't two swords better than one? She practiced with the second sword, teaching herself how to use both swords at the same time. It was hard work, but she learned how to do it, and showed off her skills to the moon. The moon was her constant friend through those years of travel and solitude.
One day she got into a spot of trouble. She got into a fight and she lost: she lost her pack, with her spare clothes and her food, and her hope. She had nothing left, but two swords and the nightgown she was wearing. She had no idea what to do with herself, no one to turn to. She lost all trust in herself, and she was too ashamed to go back to her family and ask to be taken back, to live as a young girl again. She was too ashamed to listen to the moon, her one friend. She was so consumed by her failure that she couldn't see beyond that, to what else she was able to do. So she retreated to sit alone with her swords and he fears. Her friend the moon won't abandon her, but the moon doesn't have hands, and all the moon can do is shine. The moon can't help her, she can just be there.
4.2: Once upon a time, there was a headstrong young girl who always listened to the moon. I staid up at night, despite what my parents wanted me to do so that I could watch the moon rise and set and change throughout the months. I loved the moon, and I enjoyed my freedom. I was smart enough to convince my parents with my arguments and while I didn't always get my own way, I got it often enough to be convinced of my own intelligence.
I kept up my headstrong, head smart ways throughout my teenage years and my parents despised of marrying me off to any of the young men in the village. I didn't want to marry. I wanted to think and learn as much as possible. I wanted to listen to the moon and the sea and to explore the lands beyond my village.
One day I set off from home, and carried with me a pack full of clothing and food, and a sword. I didn't know how to use the sword, but I knew that having it would ensure my safety. I had some adventures along the road, and explored the villages beyond my own. I sat at the feet of scholars and I learned how to use my sword. Eventually, I came into the possession of a second sword, but that's a story for anther time. I’m not even sure how I got the second sword, it was beside me one morning when I woke up. I shrugged and took it with me. Weren't two swords better than one? I practiced with the second sword, teaching myself how to use both swords at the same time. It was hard work, but I learned how to do it, and showed off my skills to the moon. The moon was my constant friend through those years of travel and solitude.
One day I got into a spot of trouble. I got into a fight and I lost: I lost her pack, with my spare clothes and my food, and my hope. I had nothing left, but two swords and the nightgown I was wearing. I had no idea what to do with myself, no one to turn to. I lost all trust in myself, and I was too ashamed to go back to my family and ask to be taken back, to live as a young girl again. I was too ashamed to listen to the moon, my one friend. I was so consumed by my failure that I couldn't see beyond that, to what else I was able to do. So I retreated to sit alone with my swords and my fears. My friend the moon won't abandon me, but the moon doesn't have hands, and all the moon can do is shine. The moon can't help me, she can just be there.
I'm scared I can't live up to my own expectations. I'm still unsure of myself, despite years of hard work and I'm not ready to accept my new self, and the changes I've undergone. I've lived with this one image for so long, that It's trapped me-- that I've trapped me-- into a false idea of who I am, of what I should be. But I'm the only one who has these ideas of who I should be. No one else does. The moon doesn't.
4.3: I know exactly what the connection is, and what's going on here. It's very true in regards to something that happened in my own life. However, that's not something I'm going to share on the Internet.