The Four of Bones chose me.
Four times in the past week.
So now I’m here, in a little wooden cabin, in northern woods where spring isn’t yet quite in sight but you can feel it in the air.
From The Collective Tarot
The Four of Bones. Yesterday it was the Four of Pentacles, and again three days ago, and again before that. This card wants me. The building of a safe space, withdrawal, reserve. Safety in solitude, in having four walls to protect you or solid ground to stand on, enough food and maybe nothing more.
The Collective Tarot substitutes bones for pentacles:
Bones are a reminder to us humans of our own mortality – the cycle of life and death that all living things must experience. […] Four is the number of nature’s stability and cycles: the four elements, four seasons, four directions… As humans we tend to seek comfort and find power in fours: the four legs of a writing desk, the four walls of a room…
Annie Murphy, in The Collective Tarot
This weathered cabin is old but sturdy. Surrounded by trees on all four sides, the forest floor covered with decaying leaves dropped there months ago. Sunshine growing warmer every day crisps them, a spring breeze shifts them. The cycle turns.
This card will help you draw clear lines between yourself and others. If you are not getting much time and space to yourself, accept permission to build a fort or clubhouse that you can hole up in with your bad self… If you are feeling vulnerable, this card may be a sign that you need to send your roots deep into the earth, bringing up some of that vital energy to reinforce your psychic shield.
On this trip I have met 21 new people in nine locations across the USA, and stayed in many of their homes. Accepting the generosity of strangers is a beautiful experience, exchanging energy, ideas, hugs with new friends is a joy.
After 40 days, though, I’m ready to go to earth. To be alone. To rest, to neither give nor receive but simply be.
Allow yourself to feel safe, strong, protected and supported. Strengthen the boundaries that separate yourself from the people around you.
I love people. I came here for people. But underneath I’m a lone wolf. After so much fun, I need to recuperate, to come back to myself, to find my earth. There’s something deeper going on right now too, something else, something about that Death card from way back at the start.
But today’s card (and yesterday’s, and twice last week’s) is about simple solitude. A place where I can figure it out. The four legs of a writing desk. The four walls of a woodland cabin.
Earth, moss, wood, warmth. Feels good to be alone.
I’m a 30-something writer, artist, tarot reader, and perpetual explorer of the space between thought, feeling, and action.
I believe that spirituality and ritual are for everybody. I’m about the journey, in all of its messy, non-linear, chaotic iterations. I am excited by anticapitalist business and living with my whole entire self present. I use tarot cards to bring forth hidden truth, and ritual to affirm my commitment, over and over, to my ever-shifting path.