Elements of Tarot~Water by Kristine Marie

…You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper!


I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

~Anais Nin

And now we enter the element of water, the emotional realm, the feeling realm, that messy place we just can’t seem to get control of, or if we do have ‘control’ it hasn’t necessarily been to our benefit or in the best interest of our health…Sometimes I feel like the earth herself is expressing much of what we refuse to acknowledge, express and own, and because we won’t she makes great displays with her hurricanes and tsunamis, to remind us that we cannot successfully contain the uncontainable for long, we must give the power of emotion, of water, it’s due…We must feel all of our feelings, go all the way through them, let the storm rage until its energy is spent, only then will the winds calm and the sun come out and the rainbows appear…

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.


The element of water, in the tarot, is represented by the suit of cups; and the cups in the sun and moon tarot deck that works with me are represented by the holy grail. This suit also represents emotion (e=energy in motion) and flow and it emphasizes how very important it is to acknowledge and honor our emotional life.The ace of cups represents the beginning of a an emotional journey, one based in the heart, one of love, the love that starts first with the self. One’s cup can only runneth over if it is an eternal wellspring of love that swells up from the inside. That cup never runs dry.

One of the most important lessons I have learned so far in this lifetime is the healthy love and respect of my own deep and powerful emotions; a journey which has led me to honor and love and respect the deep and powerful emotions of others. I was raised in a family and a culture that seemed to think there was something wrong with my intense emotions, that I needed to get a hold of, clamp down on, transform and change; that I was “choosing” to be angry, sad, depressed, happy, mad, obsessed…Not True. These emotions were welling up and what I needed was to choose what I was going to do with them, not try to make them go away. It was when I began to realize they are a GIFT, an actual information communication system between my body, soul, spirit and mind, that I was able to learn to work with my emotions and utilize them as the powerful navigation tool they are.

When my emotions spring up and swirl around they are informing me that something in my life has gone awry…that I need to set a healthy boundary, nurture myself, release something by crying or moving or process by telling a story until it resolves itself…whatever it is, I need to work with it, go all the way through it to the other side. And while it may not be pretty, its always f___-ing beautiful! The princess of cups speaks to learning to navigate the emotional realms, learning to trust ones instincts and intuitions, to trust the veracity of one’s emotions.

And now here we are, on November 1st, El Dia De Los Muertos, and we are deep in the midst of Scorpio, the astrological sign that feels to me as the deepest darkest and wateriest of all. Kaypacha, my favorite astrologer, has some fascinating things to say about this time right now.

The more we share the deeper we go,
And the more the truth is revealed.
The more we stay without turning away,
The more our wounds can be healed.



For not only is the sun in Scorpio, but Jupiter moved into Scorpio on October 10, 2017; and when Jupiter enters a sign it makes things bigger, expands them, really points them out. Jupiter spent last year in Libra, and so we spent last year looking at our relationships, all of them; family, friends, colleagues, and yes lovers. We (consciously or unconsciously) took a good look at all of our relationships and filtered out things that weren’t working; I know so many people (myself included) who ended &or began relationships this last year and got really really clear with what hey want to to do & who they need to be in relationship. And now with Scorpio, we go deep into sex and death and intense intimate relationship. This is connection and relationship with the other that is fundamental and powerful. The 2 of Cups speaks to this; more than any other card in the deck it speaks to sacred union on the physical level, to connection of the heart and the body and the mind and the soul.

It is this time of year that the veil between the worlds is thinnest and death is present. (In the spring the veil is thin as well, and it is birth that is present) the Mexican culture honors their dead during this time and celebrate their ancestors in such a powerful way; they celebrate the beauty of death, and the gratitude for having loved them when they were alive! And I suppose I am lucky that I believe that I am a spiritual being having a human experience, because I know that before and after this life there is more life and I do not fear death. I have helped one person cross over in a dream a few weeks before her death and sat with another minutes after his actual death, singing him home, and felt the blessing in the room. I have also helped 2 human beings being born and felt the blessing in the room.

It seems as if I’ve spent a great deal of my life in the deep end of the pool, literally & metaphorically. When I was 3 years old, at some of my first swimming lessons, I begged the instructors to let me jump off the high dive. I don’t remember this part, but my mother tells me I did. And that they asked her permission and promised to take care of me every step of the way. And then one lifeguard walked up the stairs of the high dive with me, and out to the end of the diving board while another waited in the water below for me to jump. So while I don’t remember being insistent, or the climb or even the leap from the board, I do have very clear memory of the belly flop that occurred on impact with the water. And I think I was so mad that i didn’t do it smoothly that I even did it again to try and NOT belly flop. The second belly flop was too much and that was enough for me at that time.

I did return to the high dive later as an older child, and I wasn’t afraid of it, and managed to jump and dive smoothly, more than once and often.

And I have also spent years and years communing with the ocean, walking in waves at the shoreline, caressing and being caressed by the sea; so grateful at the blessing of water. I have danced in thunderstorms and floated in pools and lakes and kayaked down rivers; I’ve been tumbled and slammed onto the shore and even once had to be rescued by a lifeguard when I hadn’t realized the extremity of the situation in the sea. There have been so many beautiful lessons for me with water and so many beautiful lessons with feelings and emotions…the metaphor is so powerful. Like the earth our own bodies are 78% water…

How about you? What is your relationship to water? To your feelings and emotions? To the feelings of others? Have you welcomed, honored and celebrated the holy waters of your tears?

Please feel free to come and share you holy waters with me this month (and every month). I’ll be here, at Paradise Found, on the 4th Friday, November 24th,black friday, how appropriate…let’s dip our feet in the pool and then dive deep…I imagine we’ll find some pearls!

The river is flowing
Flowing and growing
The river is flowing
Down to the sea..
Mother (Father) carry me
Your child I will always be
Mother (Father) carry me
Down to the sea..
The River is Flowing

~Native American Folk Song


…With everything under, the rain and the thunder they pull
Melodies open, the bird it has spoken in full
Down on the river, the boat man delivered the name
And now I repeat it to swallow the secret untamed
…I don’t speak hollow
These words are full, come follow
And if you seek tomorrow
The rains will wash your sorrow

~Still Water by Trevor Hall



PS: Skeleton Woman came to me and asked to be shared on November 1st. When you read it you will see! Blessings on the Celebration of Life this Dia De Los Muertos!


Skeleton Woman

She had done something of which her father disapproved, although no one any longer remembered what it was. But her father had dragged her to the cliffs and thrown her over and into the sea. There, the fish ate her flesh away and plucked out her eyes. As she lay under the sea, her skeleton turned over and over in the currents.

One day a fisherman came fishing, well, in truth many came to this bay once. But this fisherman had drifted far from his home place and did not know that the local fisherman stayed away, saying this inlet was haunted.

The fisherman’s hook drifted down through the water, and caught of all places, in the bones of Skeleton Woman’s rib cage. The fisherman thought, “Oh, now I’ve really got a big one! Now I really have one!” In his mind he was thinking of how many people this great fish would feed, how long it would last, how long he might be free from the chore of hunting. And as he struggled with this great weight on the end of the hook, the sea was stirred to a thrashing froth, and his kayak bucked and shook, for she who was beneath struggled to disentangle herself. And the more she struggled, the more she tangled in the line. No matter what she did, she was inexorably dragged upward, tugged up by the bones of her own ribs.

The hunter had turned to scoop up his net, so he did not see her bald head rise above the waves, he did not see the little coral creatures glinting in the orbs of her skull, he did not see the crustaceans on her old ivory teeth. When he turned back with his net, her entire body, such as it was, had come to the surface and was hanging from the tip of his kayak by her long front teeth.

“Agh!” cried the man, and his heart fell into his knees, his eyes hid in terror on the back of his head, and his ears blazed bright red. “Agh!” he screamed, and knocked her off the prow with his oar and began paddling like a demon toward shoreline. And not realizing she was tangled in his line, he was frightened all the more for she appeared to stand upon her toes while chasing him all the way to shore. No matter which way he zigged his kayak, she stayed right behind, and her breath rolled over the water in clouds of steam, and her arms flailed out as though to snatch him down into the depths.

“Agh!” he wailed as he ran aground. In one leap he was out of his kayak, clutching his fishing stick and running, and the coral white corpse of skeleton woman, still snagged in the fishing line, bumpety-bumped behind right after him. Over the rocks he ran, and she followed. Over the frozen tundra he ran, and she kept right up. Over the meat laid out to dry he ran, cracking it to pieces as his mukluks bore down. Throughout it all she kept right up, in fact, she grabbed some of the frozen fish as she was dragged behind. This she began to eat, for she had not gorged in a long, long time.

Finally, the man reached his snowhouse and dove right into the tunnel and on hands and knees scrabbled his way into the interior. Panting and sobbing he lay there in the dark, his heart a drum, a mighty drum. Safe at last, oh so safe, yes, safe thank the Gods, Raven, yes, thank Raven, yes, and all bountiful Sedna, safe…at…last.

Imagine when he lit his whale oil lamp, there she – it – lay in a tumble upon his snow floor, one heel over her shoulder, one knee inside her rib cage, one foot over her elbow.

He could not say later what it was, perhaps the firelight softened her features, or the fact that he was a lonely man… but a feeling of some kindness came into his breathing, and slowly he reached out his grimy hands and using words softly like a mother to child, began to untangle her from the fishing line.

“Oh, na, na, na.” First he untangled the toes, then the ankles. “Oh, na, na, na.” On and on he worked into the night, until dressing her in furs to keep her warm, Skeleton Woman’s bones were all in the order a human’s should be.

He felt into his leather cuffs for his flint and used some of his hair to light a little more fire. He gazed at her from time to time as he oiled the precious wood of his fishing stick and rewound the gut line. And she in the furs uttered not a word – she did not dare – lest this hunter take her out and throw her down to the rocks and break her bones to pieces utterly.

The man became drowsy, slid under his sleeping skins, and soon was dreaming. And sometimes as humans sleep, you know, a tear escapes from the dreamer’s eye; we never know what sort of dream causes this, but we know it is either a dream of sadness or longing. And this is what happened to the man.

Skeleton Woman saw the tear glisten in the firelight and she became suddenly soooo thirsty. She tinkled and clanked and crawled over to the sleeping man and put her mouth to his tear. The single tear was like a river and she drank and drank and drank until her many-years-long thirst was slaked.

While lying beside him, she reached inside the sleeping man and took out his heart, the mighty drum. She sat up and banged on both sides of it: Bom Bomm!…..Bom Bomm! As she drummed, she began to sing out “Flesh, flesh, flesh! Flesh, Flesh, Flesh!” And the more she sang, the more her body filled out with flesh. She sang for hair and good eyes and nice fat hands. She sang the divide between her legs, and breasts long enough to wrap for warmth, and all the things a woman needs.

And when she was all done, she also sang the sleeping man’s clothes off and crept into his bed with him, skin against skin. She returned the great drum, his heart, to his body, and that is how they awakened, wrapped one around the other, tangled from their night, in another way now, a good and lasting way.

The people who cannot remember how she came to her first ill fortune say she and the fisherman went away and were consistently well fed by the creatures she had known in her life under water. The people say that it is true and that is all they know.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes,
Women Who Run With The Wolves