This week I'll be using the Enchanted Tarot. I have had this deck for well over a year (another gift from my mom) and have never used it. Tapestry isn't a style of art which appeals to me (no offense to the artist... the artistry is amazing), but more than that, the cards are large and made of ultra-thick card stock which is extremely inflexible, making the deck impossible to shuffle. I wanted to finally give the deck a chance, so I decided to just sort them into piles as a way of mixing up the cards, then I fanned them out face down and picked the cards which called to me, rather than shuffling and cutting.
Today I drew the Devil, Five of Hearts (Cups), and Five of Wands. As I was pulling out the third card, the Prince (Knight) of Hearts slid out with it, calling to be used as well. These cards played out this morning, in the exact order that they appeared.
This morning I ran errands with my kids and my father, who always ends up grumpy when we do errands together. On the way back from the store, I wanted to stop really quickly at another store for a couple things. Rather than unloading everyone, I thought I'd leave the kids in the car with my dad, and just run in really quickly. I had a feeling that by the time I got back to the car, he would have upset at least one of the kids. I was right. I was in the store for less than ten minutes, but by the time I got back to the car, my youngest daughter was crying.
My daughter had started drawing on her arms and legs with a pen, and my dad told her she couldn't do that. He told her to stop, or else he would take the pen away. She didn't want to stop, so he told my son to take the pen away from her. She started crying, and according to my son, my dad kept telling her to stop crying. When I got back in the car, they told me what happened. It pissed me off because my dad knows that I don't have a problem with her drawing on herself. He was just grumpy and needed to have his own way, upsetting my daughter for no reason.
I told my son to give my daughter the pen back and told her that she was free to write on herself if she wanted to. Then I asked him why he had told her she couldn't do something that he knew I allowed her to do. This pissed him off, because he had told her no, so he was upset that I went and told her she could. Then he mumbled something angrily about when she has to go to the hospital with ink poisoning then I would be the one to take her, not him. I rolled my eyes, and changed the subject so that we wouldn't get into a heated argument about it.
The Devil card shows my dad's power issues; he was being an arse just for the hell of it, forbidding my daughter from doing something harmless just because he was the man in control for ten minutes. The Five of Hearts was my daughter crying, not understanding why he was preventing her from doing something that I allow her to do. And the Five of Wands was the brief butting of heads between my dad and me after I told her she could have the pen back.
The Prince of Hearts is the card that comes up for me when I receive a gift. When we got home from running errands, there was a package waiting for me in the mailbox.
Deck: Enchanted Tarot