Day 27
This is our last Elul post.
Friday night begins Shabbat, where the shofar doesn't blow and we don't draw shofar Tarot. And instead of a Saturday night post for Sunday (the actual last day of Elul), we'll have one more post as a prelude to Rosh Hashanah evening.
Now’s the time to rouse yourselfSpend the strength you’ve saved~Dessa, “Sound the Bells”
Get up and go
A dragon and a Phoenix pull the basket upward toward the moon. Ordinarily, the Chariot involves a driver controlling opposing forces, but in this card, the figure is allowing themself to be carried along. This represents a different kind of control, a surrender borne of supreme confidence.
The Chariot encourages an acceptance of the limits of this mortal life - you will always fail in some ways, and you will never be able to fix everything. You will die, one day. These things are beyond your control. But you can decide to whom you will tie your chariot, what forces you trust to pull you along toward your destination.
While you are part of a greater whole, part of Divinity, with Godness flowing through you, you are also yourself.
You are also in control of the directions of your life, even as they are influenced by your environment and context and the call of the Holy.
You have choices, and it is your responsibility to make them, to aim your chariot, to climb in and head toward your destination.
You have the power to create the life you wish to live. Go do it.
The moon is dark tonight, a new
moon for a new year. It is
hollow and hungers to be full.
It is the black zero of beginning.
Now you must void yourself
of injuries, insults, incursions.
Go with empty hands to those
you have hurt and make amends.
It is not too late. It is early
and about to grow. Now
is the time to do what you
know you must and have feared
to begin. Your face is dark
too as you turn inward to face
yourself, the hidden twin of
all you must grow to be.
Forgive the dead year. Forgive
yourself. What will be wants
to push through your fingers.
The light you seek hides
in your belly. The light you
crave longs to stream from
your eyes. You are the moon
that will wax in new goodness.
The Head of the Year
by Marge Piercy