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offering the fifteenth: the Star  The Star, as it is traditionally depicted in standard decks, was a card I could never wrap my mind around. I continually confused it with Temperance; moreover, since perfect tranquility, openness of heart, and harmonious joy are not generally values I hold dear, it was also hard for me to connect with this card. But the Star is very simple, at its heart. It is just that--simple. Symbolic. Easy to understand. The Star is the light at the end of the tunnel. The Star is the fleeting brief hope that keeps your feet moving, one in front of the other, when all you want to do is fall down and never get up again. The Star is the guiding glow for every wandering bark. The Star is hope. What the traditional figure--presented as a female, to symbolize the creative spirit, and nude, to symbolize innocence and openness--pours out from her ewer into the pond, can be seen in many ways. It can be seen as love. It can be seen as creative output. It can be seen as inspiration, creating ripples spreading outward in the pond. Hope and inspiration frequently go hand in hand, and without one, the other often fades. The Star. Hope. Receiving answers, if one is willing to listen. Giving back gifts to the universe, giving back freely. Holding your heart open and free--and that's hard, that's so hard, but that's also part of the lesson of this card. Belief and faith in those things that inspire and challenge you, that's also part of the Star. And never giving up, never letting yourself surrender. Captain Malcolm Reynolds, when he saw the derelict Firefly-class starship sitting on the scrub, he knew in his heart that would be his ship. He'd named it before he'd taken three steps towards it. Named it after the moment in his life that burned all his faith and hope and openness away. But by the end of those twelve short episodes (as of this writing, the movie hasn't opened yet), he'd managed to regain some of his faith, a narrow sliver of his hope, and there was a slender, silver sliver of his heart exposed to air. Maybe it's enough, sometimes, to start healing. Maybe the Star points our way, sometimes, when it's all we have and the night is dark. Because not everyone lives with the gates of their hearts swung wide, and some of us...for some of us, the gates have rusted shut from disuse. Another use for water, of course, is lubrication. To help those gates swing open. Post a comment in response: |
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