Tarot Pull: The Five of Cups
It’s been a couple weeks since our last pull which means it’s definitely time to jump back in with the Five of Cups.
I could easily sit in this deep sadness as we spend our last days together, and sometimes I do. But I’m also reminding myself that there is light here too. First, I have been given the opportunity to spend time with her, spoiling her and enjoying the good days when she’s able to take walks. I’m attempting to sit in gratitude for all the joy she’s brought to the world. I’m fighting to remind myself that death (jfc - it was hard to write that word ) is not wholly bad. It’s part of a cycle that not only aligns us with the order of the universe, but serves to remind us how special and unique our moment here can be.
And this is what the Five of Cups is all about…grief and the struggle to find the good within sorrow.
The Five of Cups is a member of the Minor Arcana. Since it is part of the suit of Cups, it is inherently linked with emotions, relationships and creativity. As the fifth in its suit, it’s also tied to a state of uncertainty, struggle and even pain.
In nearly all the depictions of the card in my deck collection, these elements come through loud and clear. There’s melancholy, but also a clear signal that there is more to the card than simply sorrow.
As shown in the Linestrider, Ethereal Visions and Madam Clara’s 5-cent tarot decks, the central figure is in distress due to the loss in front of them. For the owl, it’s the destruction of three eggs in her nest; for the human, it’s the upheaval of three of their glasses; for the cicada, it’s the frightening overturn of the tea cups which landed him on his back.
But in each of these, the main figure is missing something: despite the loss of three items, there remain two others untouched and safe. The owl still has two eggs to protect; two glasses of wine still stand for the man; two tea cups cradle the cicada so he doesn’t continue to fall.
So, here’s where I start crying again while also reaching out to find the good.
Cheers to my Maggie and the pure love she’s brought into my life. Cheers to the tears I’m shedding as I cycle through grief and gratitude. Cheers to the seasons of life we move through, and all of the emotions that come with them. Without despair, happiness wouldn’t be as sweet. Without joy, sorrow would be inescapable.
Now I’ll go enjoy whatever time I have left with my girl.
As always, stay perpetually and creatively weird in a world that could easily become mundane otherwise.
~Allison