Starling
Step three
RWS - 5 of swords
Each of the three persons on this card are carrying different emotions. The main character seem quite smug. He looks at his opponents who are walking away from him, with a sneer on his face. The nearest of the men walking away seems thoughtful to me, although we can only see body language and not his face. But he has thrown his cloak over one shoulder and his body is upright. Nearest to the sea is a man who seems to be sobbing from his body language. Again we can't see his face, but he is hunched over and his face is in his hands. My first emotional feeling about this card is one of strong emotions of several kinds, all pretty miserable.
The last time I wrote I actually put myself in the body of the middle character, so this time I'm going to choose the main character.
It was a hard fight, but I'm better than they are. I won. It feels good to have won, but it also feels not quite right. Still, I gather up my winnings. Those swords are mine. And I look at the person I just conquered and feel very smug about it all. He is pretending that it all doesn't matter. How dare he!! I'm going to get him. I'm going to get all of them.
I had a pretty miserable childhood. If I was anyone in that card it was the guy sobbing near the water. Maybe recovery starts with doing a bit of smug winning? But I don't think I was ever that person. I think my goal was being the guy in the middle who could walk away and it was all OK.
RWS - 5 of swords
Each of the three persons on this card are carrying different emotions. The main character seem quite smug. He looks at his opponents who are walking away from him, with a sneer on his face. The nearest of the men walking away seems thoughtful to me, although we can only see body language and not his face. But he has thrown his cloak over one shoulder and his body is upright. Nearest to the sea is a man who seems to be sobbing from his body language. Again we can't see his face, but he is hunched over and his face is in his hands. My first emotional feeling about this card is one of strong emotions of several kinds, all pretty miserable.
The last time I wrote I actually put myself in the body of the middle character, so this time I'm going to choose the main character.
It was a hard fight, but I'm better than they are. I won. It feels good to have won, but it also feels not quite right. Still, I gather up my winnings. Those swords are mine. And I look at the person I just conquered and feel very smug about it all. He is pretending that it all doesn't matter. How dare he!! I'm going to get him. I'm going to get all of them.
I had a pretty miserable childhood. If I was anyone in that card it was the guy sobbing near the water. Maybe recovery starts with doing a bit of smug winning? But I don't think I was ever that person. I think my goal was being the guy in the middle who could walk away and it was all OK.