Wednesday, November 23, 2011

11/24/11—Allowing Life to Unfold

Today's Draw: Seven of Pentacles from the Druidcraft Tarot. Most of us are good at doing stuff, but how are you at not doing anything at all? Do you have the patience to allow things to evolve on their own volition? Is there something you've put a lot of effort into that still hasn't borne fruit?

For our Thanksgiving Day reading, the Seven of Pentacles comes to tell us it's OK to take a break and just sit in the fruits of all our hard work.

Right now there's a lot going on in my head and my life. Work is quite busy and I'm well engaged through the holidays. I'm only midway through my crafty gifting process. And there's a situation in my family that is weighing heavily on my mind. 

Somehow, it hadn't quite sunken in that Thanksgiving weekend meant four days off. So when I met my final deadline for the week at 5pm, it all of a sudden hit me—I have four days off and nothing planned. What am I going to do?

Mind you, it's not that I don't have plenty to do. The lawn I had clear of leaves for about five minutes last Saturday is now, once again, buried. I still need to trim the azaleas. I have my craft projects and gifts to buy for clients. And I do have a few little plans here and there. But the Seven of Pentacles is giving you and me and everyone in our lives permission to also schedule in a solid block of nothing. Guilt free. <---- Important!

Beyond Thanksgiving, though, the Seven of Pentacles tells us that there's a time to work and plant seeds and there's a time to stand back and let your creation grow for itself. And this is that time of standing back. It's time to trust in the natural unfolding of life, rather than to chisel your way through. Some things are better left to unfold in their time, not yours. 

In the card shown, the earth is barren and covered in snow. The tree itself is barren, but one sprig of olives took its time to ripen. And now it can be harvested when fresh olives are otherwise unavailable. So that branch itself had an intelligence that an impatient olive farmer might not have. The branch emerged at its own pace. Not too late. Not too early. Not on your timeline or mine. But nonetheless at the perfectly right time. And that's when our efforts will bear fruit, too.

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