Sometimes it’s nice to get sick—just sick enough to stay home from work and sip tea all day and read and play with the cards. A mildly uncomfortable vacation.
This past week I was home sick, but I was too sick. Too sick to read, too sick to look at tarot cards, even. Now and then I’d glance up from the couch at the pips framed on the wall, and it was like looking into the sun. Too much brightness there, too much vitality. It was exhausting and made me edgy.
And, darn it, wouldn’t you know, The Bohemian Gothic deck had just arrived. It occurred to me that it could be quite interesting to give it a spin while I had a fever, but I didn’t have the courage. My dreams were weird enough.
I’m feeling human again, and having neglected this blog long enough, I thought I would randomly draw a card for this post.
The Four of Pentacles. Poor guy. I think he’s got the chills. He’s bundled up in that blanket and all curled into himself—every muscle straining against the cold. The pentacles are the aspirin tablets he clings to with hope that the fever will soon break. Hang in there, buddy. It’ll pass. Soon you’ll be itching to give your limbs a good stretch, and then you might enjoy a nice long walk in that pretty town behind you.
P.S. I love The Bohemian Gothic! Sonia, you’re right, this is a fantastic deck for probing characters!
