<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post115618279736309513..comments</id><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:00.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on 78 Notes to Self: A Tarot Journal: The Blues in Tarot</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/feeds/115618279736309513/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03759784851970527096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115664525003213834</id><published>2006-08-26T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:20:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true, shelikes2read, what you say.  In the RW...</title><content type='html'>It's true, shelikes2read, what you say.  In the RWS, too, there is a bridge across the water that shows the water that the figure is not looking at because he/she is so bowed with grief.  When they are done with their tears, and only then, will they turn and see the cups, notice the bridge, and begin to recover and rebuild what they have lost. While I understand the encouragement that all is not lost, the seeker can certainly feel that way and I believe this card affirms them in that feeling.  Sometimes, in order to move through grief, one needs to be heard where they sit, have someone (even if that someone is tarot) acknowledge their "all is lost" feeling and that alone can enable them to move on.  This is why I choose not to rush the seeker through this card to the remaining standing cups or to the bridge.  They will find them when they lift their heads.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115664525003213834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115664525003213834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156645200000#c115664525003213834' title=''/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03759784851970527096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06333964963973931445'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115662124762415106</id><published>2006-08-26T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:40:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great analysis! :)In the decks I use, the R...</title><content type='html'>What a great analysis! :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In the decks I use, the RWS and the Gilded, the person is grieving over THREE spilled cups, with two upright cups right behind him that he's not noticing. I use it to point out to the querent that all is NOT lost, and to remember to focus not only on what's lost, but what remains intact.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In the image you posted, all five cups are spilled... but the *woman* is still upright. So the message I take from that image is, "Even if the cups ARE spilled, YOU'RE still here. This isn't the end of the world. You'll be able to get through this rough time and fill more cups."</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115662124762415106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115662124762415106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156621200000#c115662124762415106' title=''/><author><name>shelikes2read</name><uri>http://geocities.com/shelikes2read</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115647681066168438</id><published>2006-08-24T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:33:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched a nerve, did I?  Well...it's there in all ...</title><content type='html'>Touched a nerve, did I?  Well...it's there in all of us.  This is what I so love about tarot.  It's like that PostSecret.com site -- where you find out how very much alike we all are.  How we get away with that while being so incredibly unique is a fascinating mystery to me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115647681066168438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115647681066168438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156476780000#c115647681066168438' title=''/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03759784851970527096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06333964963973931445'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115628838002152104</id><published>2006-08-22T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:13:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I add?  Beautifullly done.  You say somet...</title><content type='html'>What can I add?  Beautifullly done.  You say something(s) that really need to be heard, sung, painted, written, felt ...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115628838002152104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115628838002152104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156288380000#c115628838002152104' title=''/><author><name>Roswila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14553285117865183536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115626681493567482</id><published>2006-08-22T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:13:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I agree with all other comments... this is simply ...</title><content type='html'>I agree with all other comments... this is simply wonderful and makes so much sense to me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115626681493567482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115626681493567482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156266780000#c115626681493567482' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04353864039508711759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115623287088886177</id><published>2006-08-22T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:47:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is beautiful, just so incredibly insightful. ...</title><content type='html'>This is beautiful, just so incredibly insightful.  And I love the comparison with the Blues.  I don't even know what else to say. Thank you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115623287088886177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115623287088886177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156232820000#c115623287088886177' title=''/><author><name>kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703961474273241904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115622234111923430</id><published>2006-08-22T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:52:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh (((sweetnicole))), may you now sit with those...</title><content type='html'>Ahhh (((sweetnicole))), may you now sit with those five cups and let your hurt speak until it's done talking.  I imagine we all take at least one cup of grief with us...to remind us how it feels when someone we know is grieving, too.  When you are done, and only you can be the judge of when that is, you will have no problem seeing past the spillage. And I bet the 5 of cups stops stalking you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115622234111923430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115622234111923430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156222320000#c115622234111923430' title=''/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03759784851970527096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06333964963973931445'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115621540994269089</id><published>2006-08-21T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:56:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't even begin to say how much I loved this po...</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to say how much I loved this post! Its one of those things you randomly read that completely resonates. For the longest time I kept getting the Five of Cups whenever I did a reading about my fiance and I. Depressing, to say the least! I've worked up a good intense dislike for that card until just now. Because what I wanted in my relationship, just as I wanted in my reading, was of course complete bliss. I didn't want to recognize any of the sadness I still had lingering from old relationship hurts; I wanted to be automatically healed now that I had this new love. What a wonderful perspective... thank you so much.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115621540994269089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/115618279736309513/comments/default/115621540994269089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html?showComment=1156215360000#c115621540994269089' title=''/><author><name>SweetNicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800372508824521999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://78notes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blues-in-tarot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30754098.post-115618279736309513' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30754098/posts/default/115618279736309513' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>