Equal Ground Spread & Poem
So, I'm a weird one. 😂 I've been a writer my whole life; it's something that really defines in a lot of ways. Poetry is really close to my heart, and last year I wrote one that still speaks volumes for me. Some months ago, I created a tarot spread based on the poem itself. It came out pretty interesting, so I thought I'd share. Equal Ground I've seen strange omens, obscured shapes stark and harsh; Shadows, out of reach, slinking edges of the marsh. Oddly homey, low, wet lands that offer little purchase, With withered trees and skittering things littering every surface. Here's both a sense of longing, and belonging. Though, I, with some surprise, trust my senses not to wrong me. Steeled with words of wiser ones, unwavering in character, I sink into untended soil, stand on shifting earth, Writhe and wade, swaying on my wayward legs between directions, Leaving signs that I have been, little more than impressions. I heave, and leave my ripples in even time and measure, Follow them to shores they lick in a bit of gentle gesture. I climb and clamor, cutting mountains down to manageable height, Raising hills to match horizons, opening my line of sight. With each and every stumbling step, I bend, and brace for landing; But any ground is equal ground, as long as I am standing. Spread: 1. Strange Omens - What signs or synchronicities are trying to guide me? 2. Shadows At The Edge - What fear or uncertainty is just out of view? 3. Longing And Belonging - What part of the unknown actually holds comfort for me? 4. Wayward Legs - Where am I stumbling, and what lesson lies in the misstep? 5. Leaving Ripples - How am I impacting the world around me, even if subtly? 6. Cutting Mountains - What am I removing or redefining to find clarity? 7. Raising Hills - What am I growing or integrating to gain control? 8. Equal Ground - Where can I stand firm, no matter what shifts around me?