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Favorite Emperor

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I have been stuck on this card some time now, not because I didn’t know what my favorite cards were, but because I couldn’t really figure out Why. But perhaps I just like these cause they are very expressive of a for me sympathetic masculinity. They seem wise, warm and present.

The Mary-El Emperor is one of my favorite cards in the whole deck, which is rare, cause usually it is a card that I don’t like a lot in other decks. I love the far-gazing eyes, the sword ready, the firefly and even the little snirklishness in his ears. (I just invented that word) He looks like the kind of man I would like to have on my side. I love the little fish on his sword and how Marie White connects him to the Fisher King and how he IS the land. I am thinking how lucky a girl would be to have this Emperor as her father.

This is my second favorite Emperor. Such a classic, once again a profile, this time the Emperors gaze is towards his Empress. It is a warm orange, not a threatening volcano but a warming hearth. His tunic full of the snirklishness again and plants and bees.  And I love the two bucks with their curly horns in the back, bringing in solidity and a streak of stubbornness.

 

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Worldly things

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Todays card was the Emperor. I woke up with a bad back and was first not in the mood to even pull a card. Sore and annoyed and edgy. This is not my favorite major by any means but I got nothing personal against him. One thing that caught my eye in this card was the sense of having the bigger picture, like that bold eagle, the emperor sees far. He is not too concerned with the little every day worldly things that occupy me these days though.

So I sat down with my morning tea, rubbed my back and looked close at this card. The two male faces, father and son, the eagle, twin towers, the golden chest, money, a whale (I liked that one, a symbol for the hidden emotional depths he has, as a partner to the more overtly expressive and emotional Empress) the really REALLY odd thing though was that it took me half a day to even see the hand holding the heap of dirt with a plant. Almost like my eyes refused to see it. Interesting for sure. Is it this hard for me to acknowledge that males can be nurturing?

And my sore back? Still sore and I am squirming a lot. It’s my old scoliosis that is back to haunt me due to the cold days. I’d like a sauna right about now, And some old fashioned massage.