Tonight I am thinking about hearts and how a heart breaks. That pain is divine; it is something I cannot fully understand because I’m not even sure my heart was ever fully formed. Life is a body; imperfect and gushing with all kinds of sustaining fluids and formed around a structure of bone, held up by joints and gravity and muscle and given purpose by a mind, a brain, a squishy wrinkled bifurcated lump and then it all gets laid out and lashed, scarred over.
Tonight I am thinking about hearts and bones and scars. The pain of life and the way pain shapes you and forms you. It is a crucible. What is the purpose of such pain? How can people hurt us so deeply and how do we find healing?
These are good questions. The card for tonight is the Queen of Pentacles; a warrior who takes care of herself, enjoys the finer things and has won many battles. What happens to the vanquished? Does this Queen exsanguinate them, hearts out, bones torn asunder; wounds so deep no scars will ever form to heal them? What has this Queen sacrificed to achieve such stature and position; such wisdom and comfort. Is there a road of bones stretching behind her, paved with the defeated?