So, my thoughts on this symbol ....... hmmm reading back I think these are more ramblings
My
first thought was of an image of these trees ...... side by side ......... are they the karmic spinsters perhaps? The hammock the silence between them ......... is this what they were trying to create? A bridge?
Aries 18 - Fire & Moon, Magician and Strength ....... and here I see Mooncat's number 8 ........ also in the infinity sign that is often seen in Strength's imagery. Fiery imagination, emotions ......... see-saws of emotion? Yet I also think of the 1 being a person, the 8 being a solid healing aspect ........ healing the self, ........ nope, I actually want to put *healing the soul* here instead.
Also, when we do we need Strength the most? When we walk through dark & trying times (the Moon?) ....... and how do we find this strength? We dig deep ....... and bring it out from within the self ........ which makes me want to ask, what does the hammock give to you?
A strong support system, one which beckons, sways enticingly in the breeze...... peace, calm .......*down time*.
Yet hammocks are not actually still ......... they sway. When you clamber into them, you have to get your balance right or else you will fall out. Likewise, the hammock also needs to be taut enough between the trees so that you don't just end up sinking and ending up on the ground, on your backside
I can definitely see GA's 4 wands imagery here and I also get a kinda image in my mind like the photo that PS has posted. It makes me think of the Caribbean ....... which is also fitting I feel ........ hammocks, for when time slows down ........ to let go of the frenetic pace of life .......... and the Caribbean time ........ where it goes at a different pace ..... you'll get there when you get there ...... even if at a *snail's pace*. Remembering it's the journey that counts.
A sense of freedom, holidays .... time away from work, from responsibilities ...... time to play to relax, to have fun, to find the joy in small actions ...... to be close to the sea, to be in nature .........
A yearning ..... we all look forward to our holidays every year ....... but what do we do in the meantime? This shouldn't be a *once a year* kinda thing surely?
Meditation, a calm place, a haven ......... sanctuary.
Yet the hammock is
empty, there isn't anyone here relaxing, resting, listening ........ what is stopping us? Are we leaving it to become dry, dustry, all packed up ...... or do we want to unfurl it, let the wind blow through our senses, wake us up while letting us sleep?
Again, *silence is golden* echoes in my head ......... a pot of gold, the end of the rainbow, to search inside and seek that which is yearned for?
If the spinsters are the trees, then *lovely* to me denotes gentle & feminine, supporting, bending where needed ........... the hammock is the karmic silence ..... where the intuitive mind rests? Could this also be part of the inner void, the centre of knowing that rests within each of us - Brahma's cave (if I remember rightly)?
Hammocks are curved ....... a cradle? To be rocked to sleep? To be supported, to be cradled, to be nurtured. The mother's womb? Being embraced or embracing the connection to Mother Earth .......... thinking this, I can just picture being there ........ laying down, chilled out, looking out to sea .......... and then seeing seals and dolphins emerge from the blue/green water.
This makes me ask myself ........ where is your empty hammock ........ how are you using it? What stops you from dusting it off, & clambering in?
