After a serious incident last night, I sat down and promptly drew the eight of cups, which signifies journeying and departures. I have always liked that this card is found among the suit of CUPS, meaning that it is considered a good thing; a positive cup-overflowing departure, not a bad one.
Important to make that designation. In real life, I think we categorize leave-taking as a bad thing. So, we bring things to a head and we deliberately start fights, to force unwanted people away. It seems easier to oust a person from your home after a fight, than it is to politely ask them to leave when they have worn out their welcome.
If we just could figure out when we have worn out our welcome and stayed too long, such nasty confrontations would not be necessary. But many of us were never schooled in these social graces. For instance, I never know the right length of time to hang around, and I am usually one of the last to leave. ("I'm here for the party! And I ain't leavin till they throw. me. out!") I've been warned about this all my life. Maybe someday, I'll learn.
For now, I go to one of my lifelong muses, for his comforting words.
Have a great sabbath, everyone.
~*~
You must leave now, take what you need
you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep
you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out, the saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
The highway is for gamblers,
better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
All your seasick sailors,
they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies,
are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
Leave your stepping stones behind,
something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left--
they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
~*~
It's all over now, Baby Blue - Bob Dylan
