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Tri-Sacred Blades Come ‘Round Again

March 18, 2015

I’ve picked these three cards before, and here they are again. I keep dreaming about cats since dear Mr. Stitch died in December, and last night I had a dream about cuddling my favourite cat of all time, Mr. Tweed.

Mr. Aloysius Tweed, also known as Ginger Ted; Tweedie; Tweeter, Beeter Beeps; The Beepers; Beeps; Constable Tweed of the Investigation Squad; died at the age of 18 from old age and diabetes in 2000. He did not have an easy death, as with most people and animals. In the dream he was young and I was picking him up from boarding at someone’s house while I was away, and I had him in a blanket and we were cuddling. I was walking around and he sat in my arms, quite placid, and not wanting to jump down.

Always remember:

The Investigation Squad
Is on the move,
On the job!

So I thought I’d do a Tri-Sacred draw to see what was up with the cats in dreams situation.

3 BLADES (3 of Swords)
3 OF SPADES
THREE OF BLADES

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The Tarot of the Absurd always reminds me of taking flight and being anchored, but if you notice, the blades are cutting, perhaps painful but perhaps also a release so flight can take place.

The Diary of a Broken Soul card seems rather ominous, she is cutting herself, which is often a release for people amid their emotional pain. There is also the suggestion that the pain might be created by you, and worse than the reality truly is. We can get mired in these patterns of degrading ourselves and thinking of ourselves as worthless and deserving of being outcast.

The Ironwing card…I find myself drawn to the window today, reminding me of old attics of memories where you might be trapped looking out through cracked windows at the rain; like a ghost, you haunt the attic of memory. Lorena refers to the trident as having “double-bladed words of truth” which echoes the idea of words making things difficult when situations aren’t as bad as you think.

As you age, memories often do crop up, it’s very hard to pull yourself away from the attic window some days amid new changes and people, music, everything new in the world. You can have a pleasant visit but then get locked in that attic.

I think for me, all the cats I have lived with remind me of youth and cheerier times, or at least healthier times, when we gardened a lot and life was ahead of us and our cats kept us company. We were all young together, so it is perhaps about cats but also perhaps about being young, letting that go.

I discovered a poet I hadn’t known about named William Stafford, an American who died in 1993. He writes poems about nature and small moments, the every day moments. I have ordered an anthology of his work from the library. I don’t have the money to buy books now, so the library comes in handy. While browsing him online I saw a poem that reverberated with me. It seemed to go well with my insomnia and dreams.

WAKING AT 3 A.M.
by William Stafford

Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn’t matter–even in that
big room no one can see,
you push with your eyes till forever
comes in its twisted figure eight
and lies down in your head.

You think water in the river;
you think slower than the tide in
the grain of the wood; you become
a secret storehouse that saves the country,
so open and foolish and empty.

You look over all that the darkness
ripples across. More than has ever
been found comforts you. You open your
eyes in a vault that unlocks as fast
and as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,
has always been there, will always
remain. It is a good world to be
lost in. It comforts you. It is
all right. And you sleep.

Push with your eyes till forever comes.

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Tri-Sacred Blades of Delusion

October 12, 2014

My insomnia has become so bad and now I have all over nerve pain from head to ankles, layered over chronic muscle tension, pelvic and knee pain. Today I am fasting. I have had some fresh fruit juice, but I’m mostly drinking room temperature plain water or warm water with a bit of fresh lemon.

I always look to the Ironwing Tarot first with regard to health. For some reason it has that ability to look at what’s really going on. I know it’s food and perhaps additives, preservatives, weight gain but…

THREE OF BLADES (3 of Swords)
3 OF BLADES
3 OF SPADES

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The shrikes and thorns (shrikes impale their prey on thorns) are like immediate stabbing pain. The trident carries with it double-bladed words of truth, it cuts through illusions that are obstacles. The trefoil window shows one pane missing, one cracked, and one broken.

I resonated with this thought from Lorena:

“Even the fear of ‘What if…?’ is exposed as a delusion.

I thought it would be interesting to explore the exact meanings of delusion and illusion. That’s the Blade of intellect and analysis kicking in. Rightly so.

Delusion = Latin deludere = de = from, away + ludere = to play; To mislead or deceive the mind.

Illusion = Latin illusio = mocking, deceit; comes from illudere = to make sport of; comes from in=toward, against + ludere = to play.

In the Tarot of the Absurd, with wings flying off, this angel seems to be all sinew and self-stabbing defeatism. The knives cause pain and cut his anchor.

In the Diary of a Broken Soul Tarot, the woman in the 3 of Spades seems to be sacrificing herself at the altar of pain. She has dressed it up with candles and pretty clothes, but she is still sacrificing herself.

Delusions mislead, illusions make fun of you or you play against yourself perhaps. Not actually nice things to do to yourself, are they?

Maybe that’s the message here: that I can’t pretend or I mock myself. Either do it or don’t do it, heal or die, but don’t go around in this continual loop of delusion regarding health.

 

 

Play Architecture with the Whites of Contrast

July 9, 2013

July 9th, 2013

3 OF SPADES
R. Meier
Douglas House
Harbor Springs
1971-73

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Richard Meier was born in New Jersey and was part of the group known as the “New York Five” or alternately, the “Whites” as they preferred to call themselves, because of the white facades of their houses.

Obviously influenced by Le Corbusier and others like Giuseppe Terragni and his fellow artists of Italian Rationalism, their designs look more complicated and seem to have more window play, more “strategies of intersection.” The architects of this group often played with the axis of houses, separating, turning areas, and other areas overlapping, all the variables we take for granted to today.

The four stories of the Douglas House sweep down in the landscape, all window play among the trees and a fantastic arrangement of chimneys rising up surprisingly to break the facade. There is something Medieval about those chimneys, despite their ultra-modern look. The entrance is on the top floor and the house is made of reinforced concrete. While I like the white concept generally, I’m not sure I like the extreme whiteness among the trees because it looks so man-made, there is such polarity there. Richard Meier felt this startling contrast enhanced the beauty of the natural environment. It reminds me of Wright’s Fallingwater without the colour because of the way it has been fitted in the landscape.

Here is a picture of it from my book Architecture of the 20th Century, Volume 2. The house on the left is also a Meier design called the Saltzman House, and you can see the reverberations from Le Corbusier’s Villa Savoye there. Then on the right is the Douglas House from the playing card which I really like, although I’m not convinced it wouldn’t have been better in stone. In thinking about it though, it does remind me of bleached bone, perhaps an echo of the skeletons of animals from the woods. In looking at it from a distance you can see how it also looks like the white foam of a waterfall, streaking down among the trees, so I am coming around to the idea of the stark white against the trees and water.

I was a bit iffy on the outside stairs because they remind me so much of factories and industrial buildings, but that is classic from the 1920s and 1930s, and Meier wanted the stairs outside so they didn’t block the views or the sunlight. I can see this as being sensible in that setting.

MeierHouses

Harbor Springs is a small resort community, geared to tourism, so they’ve managed to keep the landscape natural. You can just see the edge of Lake Michigan at the bottom of the slope. The openings and variations in windows are interesting. It would be a house to make you feel anchored in the landscape, part of the scene, right IN the landscape with so many balconies and outdoor niches. Yes, it would be a glorious thing to wake up there in the morning.

I was also delighted to find that Richard Meier, following the classic tradition, designs his own furniture. He has a classic chair design where the curve of the arms can be set against other chairs to create curved, flowing conversational seating. The dining table and side tables are lovely. I’m not sure what I think about the chaise, it comes in a flat model and a rocking model and reminds me of the Lilly Reich and Mies van der Rohe design of the Barcelona Chair. I understand that Mr. Meier uses furniture designed by Le Corbusier and Mies van der Rohe in his houses as well, and their influence is seen in his own furniture.

MeierFurniture

As I’ve mentioned in this study, I am not fond of Le Corbusier’s work with the exception of the Villa Savoye, so I was quite delighted to discover that his good design was such an influence on these fellows in the late 1960s and into the 1970s.

Richard Meier has designed office and municipal buildings, at least one church, and several museums too. Some I like, some I don’t. There is something about large, white commercial buildings with lots of same-sized windows that remind me of the high school I went to, so I find it hard to think of them as attractive.

He ran into real controversy in Rome when designing a building to cover the ancient Roman monument Ara Pacis Augustae. There is still talk of moving the building and re-erecting it elsewhere. It provides beautiful light on the monument, and the stark white of Meier’s design allows the soft colour of the stone of the monument to glow gently as you view it, so I like that section from the INSIDE at least. There is something about the juxtaposition that works.

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Unfortunately, when viewed from outside, the rectangular windows are reminiscent of a car dealership and it doesn’t fit with the surrounding historical buildings. The front entrance, even with some lovely stone, reminds me of a grocery store.

Ars_Windows

Ars_Entrance

As a whole I don’t care for the complex, it’s too stark. This is the middle of ancient Roma, not a suburb in North America. People scrawl ugly graffiti and criticisms over the outer walls, disturbing what could be a peaceful setting for the ancient altar, not to mention defacing the work of the architect. That I don’t agree with, but perhaps this is an architectural misjudgement on Meier’s part?

I think I prefer Richard Meier’s designs when they are smaller with more variation in windows and rotations. The Douglas House is a gem, an outstanding design that really holds up.

 

 

These Candles are Made for Walking

March 24, 2010

Daily Draw March 24th, 2010

3 of SPADES

I pulled this card and the woman is cutting herself. Also, the candles with the wax dripping out of them look like shoes, so this card again reminds me of cutting things out of your life, moving on, and releasing the past.

I was talking to someone about a tarot that has Dover clip art in it; I recognized the scissors on some of the minor cards because I have had them printed out from a clip art collection for years and pinned to my bulletin board down here by my drafting board. I also used some of them in my Antique Engravings Playing Cards that I made myself last May.

So I put one of these clip art scissors in my card today, to remind me to cut things away, and that what may seem to be time dripping like melted candle wax, is actually a transformative occurrence forming shoes to put on and walk away.

Now that’s something different! Ash has these marvelous images where you can go anywhere with them.