This seven-card spread feels like being back in my grandparents’ formative home space where I would see owls, foxes, occasional snakes, awe inspiring trees, landscape silhouettes, and even bird skeletons. The back yard was a golf course, on the edge of the woods, where you could follow the hill down to a creek. When it flooded we tried to save the fish. My grandfather, Frank, Papaw, won spelling bees and was there when I tried, too. Misspelling waste one year, forgetting the hyphen in self-confidence another. Swords are the intellect. Mirrors of feminine energy in moons illuminating darkness, magenta highlights. Frank wore pink pants to the race track. Frank died well. The move on card, 8 of cups, keeps showing up. Downstairs was a kids lair: a bumper pool table, Boomerang pinball, and a fridge full of Coke. At the top of the stairs the light shone bright. Sitting next to a flowing creek this weekend, Papaw, I saw you as owl flying into the dark mountains. Narrow focus, chosen course. And here you tell me, stay the course, use wisely your energy in order to stay the course. You tell me I can mother well, you are helping me nurture abundantly. My mother, your daughter, called me princess. In root, prince and emperor lie beneath this pink tree. To give birth and the after, to move through, and be chief. You wore a baseball cap that said Mr. Perfect. We called you the godfather.
Thanks to Spiral Sea Tarot for the Spirit Guide spread and Carrie Mallon for the Wild Unknown interpretations.