Thorn power
A cup after a cup after a cup is a rose; the thorns, batons of power.
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When I use the cards in order to get prompted towards asking a question – for let’s face it, the really interesting question is rare, and often a sign of genius that we don’t have – I take into account what else is on my table. Today, a thorny rose.
I’m looking at the Knight of Cups here. Is he taking his leave from the world of wood, or is he making an offer unto it, one that’s informed by the goodwill of the 2 Cups that back him up?
As I can’t immediately answer this question due to lack of context, I stare at the thorny rose on my table for further contemplation. The Sleeping Beauty, or Tornerose – in Danish the ‘Thorn Rose’ – is not in the picture, but I can sense her presence prompted by my rose in conjunction with the Knight’s gesture.
Is the question this one, that when we see 5 Batons, the Knight of Cups, and 2 Cups we always think of Romeo and Juliet, love potions, and the eagerness to get it done, the consecration of the union that invariably leads to the thorny path?
I think that’s it. Thorns or no thorns, we want that, the rose. We want what Romeo and Juliet had, a love like none other, and yet a love like we all go through, one that reminds us of the power of thorns, if we’re lucky to recognize it as such.
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