nisaba
Ah, here we have the charmer amongst the deck, the image most likely to prompt a spontaneous smile. Why? We all like it when a pretty young woman makes eye contact with us and smiles openly without a trace of guile or calculation, and the Queen of Earth, in the top-left of the card, is doing exactly that. In the bottom-right of the image, her planet, wreathed in cloud, hangs mysteriously in space, protected by a giant out-of-focus Pentacle. The whole card is washed in green, the symbolic colour of Earth at least on a planet dominated by chlorophyll-based life-forms, and hints of vegetative matter loom in and out of various parts of the image depending on your concentration. Perfectly circular white orbits (as opposed to the elliptical orbits we know to be more accurate) etch themselves subtlely through the card, with ghosts of planetary spheres strung on them. This is such a happy card to look at.
There's not much I can say about earth, without talking for the rest of my life. We live in it. It is the ground of our being. We, arguably, are the temporarily out of control microbial disease that irritates its skin. The Queen is its mediator, and communicates between humans and the heart of the planet. As such, she is both human flesh and green, leafy matter. She is the trustee, the custodian, the arbitrator. She thinks in Geological Time as easily as she thinks in Human Time, and consoles herself at the sight of our less than perfect behaviour, with the thought that this, too must pass. As did the methane-laden atmosphere, and the Age of Reptiles.
And as she looks optimistically out of the card at me, I hear her ask: "What do you need to approach with patient wisdom?"
There's not much I can say about earth, without talking for the rest of my life. We live in it. It is the ground of our being. We, arguably, are the temporarily out of control microbial disease that irritates its skin. The Queen is its mediator, and communicates between humans and the heart of the planet. As such, she is both human flesh and green, leafy matter. She is the trustee, the custodian, the arbitrator. She thinks in Geological Time as easily as she thinks in Human Time, and consoles herself at the sight of our less than perfect behaviour, with the thought that this, too must pass. As did the methane-laden atmosphere, and the Age of Reptiles.
And as she looks optimistically out of the card at me, I hear her ask: "What do you need to approach with patient wisdom?"