Five of Spring

A copper fountain at the local garden centre. I love it. Five shiny copper cups, overflowing into one another. You wonder what will happen when it’s all run away. You’ll have no water! You’ll thirst, and your fountain will be broken. Oh no! You look again, and realise that it won’t. The water from one cup will fill another, and when it reaches the bottom it will be pumped back to the top, and begin all over again. It’s never going to run out. You have an endless supply. Your thirst will always be quenched, and your fountain will continue to sparkle and splash for as long as you want it to.…

Ace of Winter

On a crisp winters morning, the air is one thing you can’t help but notice. Everything is bright, and clear. Winter is the season of air. A twig, covered with buds, all ready to burst from their furry coverings as soon as the air warms a little. The web, covered with dew is bright in the morning. Spun fresh overnight, the industrious builder knows how to get things done. The twig is full of passion, and spirit, while the web is a sign of a willingness to commit, and of success to be won.…

King of Autumn

I’m not sure if anyone else names rocks, but I named this one Elephant rock. It’s in Girraween national park, SW of Brisbane. The greatest of all the beasts, the elephant, the King of Autumn. Solid as a rock, immovable, he never forgets. He’s reliable, dependable, strong and very grounded, with his feet firmly planted – in the earth, they’re so far planted. Can you imagine an elephant on his back with his feet in the air? Neither could he. Or if he could, he’d rather you didn’t, thank you very much. He’ll keep that side of himself private. Don’t be afraid to let go and have fun. But there is a time and a place for it.…

King of Summer

The Ent. A stately old king of the trees, in the bush, watching over all he sees. He’s solid, stern, and immovable. But you can climb all over him and have fun. He’s your favourite Uncle, the one who always makes you feel like you’re the most important kid on the block. He’ll withstand fire, and drought, but he can be ravaged by termites, or a lightning strike, or bushfire. Yet not even bushfire can destroy him. He’ll come back. Time and time again. Because you need him to. And he loves to be needed.…

The Tower

The last card to be built. The tower. Indomitable. Illusion. Collapse. The tower appears to have a solid foundation, but look at the crown. It’s own fronds are forming lightening strikes. It’s berries have ripened to a deep cherry red, and are about to abandon the tree, and launch themselves into the air… to fall to the ground. They’ll be dashed. Or will they? They’ll rebuild, new towers. Many new towers. Permanency is an illusion. Be prepared for change. You may be about to be shaken.…

The Chariot

Timeless motion of my birds’ beating wings told me, “We are the chariot”. The bird is able to fly by beating his wings back and forth, around and around. Flight is something man has long dreamed of. We do it today in big mechanical birds – jets – but they can’t compare to the humble bird. Why does beating one’s wings backwards move one forward? Why does a bird not fly one beat forward, one beat back? The bird knows that this beating will get him where he wants to go. He can also beat his wings wildly and go nowhere. Knowing where to go is one thing. You have to want to go there, too.…

The Wheel

All my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundown, The moon rolls through the night time Till the day break comes around All my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why The seasons spinning round again The years keep rolling by. (Harry Chapin) The wheel is rolling, turning, spinning – never stopping. Time – nothing more than a breath of wind. Life blows away like the seeds of the dandelion, not to end, but to start again. To multiply and to return to you the riches of the earth – life: the power of all creation.…

The Empress

Once I began to think tarot deck, my photos started to replay themselves in my mind. This photo of my very pregnant daughter, Jade, cried out to me to be the Empress. Although as she informs me, she was anything but content at the time I took this photo! Heavily pregnant and content, the Empress sits in a sunlit clearing, surrounded by the bounty of her earth and filled with the bounty of her love. It’s taken time to get here, though. Her belly didn’t appear fruitful and ripe overnight. It took time, nurturing, patience. You’ve heard of a germ of an idea? Germinate. That’s how ideas grow. An idea germinates into a dream, a reality. It doesn’t matter if…

Justice

It’s all about balance. Bushfire – it sweeps through the bush, destroying the underbrush and burning the scrub. Bushfire cleanses. Life isn’t gone, it’s just been altered. The old cleaned up to make way for the new. The fire has made room for new growth. The heat from the fire splits open the seed casings allowing the cycle to start over. The bush did no wrong, it’s not being punished; this is simply nature’s way. It’s about balance. Keeping weeds in check, perhaps. It’s about allowing the forest to regenerate.…

The Emperor

My grandmother would never kill a beetle. My grandfather used to always tell her that he would live his next life as a beetle. He builds his castle and defends it with a will that belies his size. He’s fierce and strong, but flip him over and he finds his legs flailing wildly in the air. Set him on his feet though and he’ll keep on going and going, working and building. Maybe this is why he gets himself flipped over. Maybe pedalling in the air is a form of escapism. Keeping on going and being strong can become a chore. Have you ever annoyed a beetle? Angry little bugs, they can be!…

The Priestess

She’s a bird – a magpie. She’s beautiful. When I took this photo she sat on a car and let me walk right up to her. She wasn’t at all timid. But then why would she be? She was free! Here she sits quietly, just watching. She knows plenty though. Do you get the feeling that she knows your deepest secret as you look into those incredibly intense eyes? She does. She can tell you things that will astound you. Can you hear her? You have to listen carefully; her voice is like the whisper of the breeze in the trees that surround her. Her knowledge is ancient, like the crescent moon. She’ll sing wondrously, but that’s not what you’re…

The Lovers

I’d been wondering how to approach this card. I didn’t want to show a male/female couple, because to me that’s not what lovers are. I also didn’t want to have multiple lovers cards. I wanted one, a simple card, to be gender irrelevant. And then I saw this photo and I knew. Two trees twined one around the other. Starting out on their journey separately and ending it together. They are together, but still individual and unique. They share a partnership, a synchronicity, they complement each other. They understand each other without question, as if they share one mind, with shared goals and dreams.…

The Hierophant

That’s a horrible sounding word – hierophant. But his lesson is worth hearing. Take stock of what you have. What really matters to you? If you lost it all or if you gave it all away tomorrow – what would you have then? Look around you… what do you see? The world!! Ownership is an illusion. Material possessions are not that which will bring you knowledge. If you give away your knowledge, you’ll still have it. You’ll simply have shared it with another. Don’t hang on to unnecessary baggage. It will only weigh you down. Look out there, at the world. It’s got it all!…