I got a bit behind in posting this. Some days I feel like scanning, sometimes I don’t, so I have separate bundles of cards here and there waiting for the magic tour de force of image importing in Photoshop.
I thought when I pulled this “Oh no, not another brown card” with a sinking feeling. There ARE brown and gold shades, some green and reddish maple and wine barrels painted a red-violet turning to grey, and a vibrantly white skull, so plenty of scope outside earthy browns. Browns with panache, and a dash of fermenting wine and oak gold.
WONDER – Okanagan Oracle
TEN OF WANDS – TOURMALINE, RED/PINK (RUBELLITE) – Tarot of Gemstones and Crystals
STRENGTH – Graven Images Oracle
FOREBODING – Dreaming in Color Luman Deck
CROW – Animal Spirits Knowledge Cards
GOOSE: QUEST, TRAVEL – Spirit Animals Card Deck
The Wonder here is in all the colours of the earth, the process of fermentation, the chemical magic of nature. That looks like it might be a bear skull, but the spouse thought it might be an elk. Alas, no information is given on the subjects in these cards. I would appreciate a downloadable PDF file with citations for the location and contents of the photos; I always love things like that.
Skull and foreboding, the aged wine of death and Crow transforms like skull. The Goose travels from winter to spring, wine-ready for a new season of raising young and feeling the sun and wind, imagining summer. The masons rebuild, strength needed for the work, the transformation.
The rubellite colour of this tourmaline is very appealing. Another heart stone but also used for healing and blood circulation and blood vessels, a problem of mine. The suggestion is there of struggle, burden and responsibility with the Ten of Wands, but the wonder lies in doing it. Humans are amazing in what they can bear.
Wonder is an Old English, Dutch, German, Old Norse word. One of those earthy tricky things, it could be a noun, a verb, or an adjective. Do I wonder in amazement or do I wonder with feeling, why or what or how? Perhaps I wonder in amazement at this juxtaposition among the trees of bones and wine-dark rhythms of transformation?
“What a world of wonder” breathe goose and crow as they fly past marvelling at the scene.