Ovaries Before Brovaries
When I was first studying to be a Massage Therapist, about a million years ago, I mentioned to my instructor I had been seeing a lot of left shoulder injuries which struck me as peculiar, as my left shoulder too was acting up.
She reminded me when therapists see a lot of the same injuries occurring in multiple people, it is a signal to pay attention to our own bodies as typically we are or will soon have a similar type of injury.
I chuckled and brushed it off as a bit of silliness, not really giving that statement much of my time.
I was young, I was beginning a new career, raising a family, fixing muscles and icing my left shoulder. Often.
Fast forward 20 years later and I now find myself chuckling at the silliness of not giving that statement much of my time.
Of course, my instructor was right.
Life reflects back to us what it is we are putting out.
Life uses any tool available to get us to pay attention to our own lives in order to live more fully, more wholly.
To live a complete life.
So when I noticed the 3 of Cups turn up over and over again in almost all of the Tarot Readings during my 4-hour marathon “Ladies Night Out” benefit, on Friday evening, I paid attention.
The 3 of Cups; “Ovaries Before Brovaries”, as one of my Tarot teachers, Melissa Cynova loving calls this card, is the epitome of “Ladies Night Out”.
This card represents your tribe.
That group of people that you know are family even if they aren’t blood.
You made them your family, they made you theirs.
They’ve got you back, you’ve got theirs.
You laugh, you cry, you fight, you love, you drink, you drink more, you call cabs, you laugh more, but most importantly, you pick up the phone when they call and vice versa.
After calling it a night and thanking Lauren once again for saving my "no need to plan ahead" ass, I popped in some Lennon and drove home contemplating the event.
“Ovaries Before Brovaries” was my theme, “Stand by Me” and, “Nobody told me (there would be days like these)” were my songs, laughter was the mood.
I started thinking about how enriching my tribe is to my life.
How much I relied on each and every one of them to be the parts of me that I may not always be able to be in order to be whole.
Much like the 3 of Pentacles needs different craftsmen to finish the project, the 3 of Cups needs different people to complete US.
To understand we are all one, all connected, one on earth, as we are in Heaven.
I found myself in a state of gratitude that evening drive home.
I thought of my tribe. My chosen family not of blood who, like patches on a big, beautiful, comfy quilt, bring complete and utter joy to whatever is happening in the world.
Lauren, who was my savior and wingman on Friday night, taking names, setting time limits and making me almost pee my pants with her dry sense of humor and wise-ass remarks.
God, I love her.
Carolyn who was on a much-needed vacation in Punta Cana with her tribe and how much I wish she would eat more cookies so I wouldn’t be so damn jealous of how she looks in a bikini.
Hell, how she can wear a bikini!
Samantha who was undoubtedly practicing for her “Night at the Oscars” show where her amazing voice would be center stage the following evening with tons of adoring fans wishing they had a voice of an Angel and a face of a Star.
Donna who was under the weather that evening and wasn’t able to come out to the event, but would without fail, text me the next day wanting to know every detail of my night as "Tarot Extraordinaire" and reprimand me for not getting e-mails from all who signed up for a reading.
Kristen who was in Florida getting much-needed vitamin D and continuing Ed credits. All of our hearts are grateful for her quiet, understated brilliance and dedication to her patients and friends.
Bonnie, who braved the winter weather to show her support and get a little pampering, would tell me all that I missed that evening while Lauren had me on an every 10 minutes, no exception to the rule, one pee break schedule.
Kelly, staying home because “unless there is a fire and the fireman breaks in to pull me off my couch, I do not go out on Fridays, but if you really need me I will."
Stacy, “not a chance in hell I’m going to go near a set of Tarot cards or the dead people you talk to, but I support you wanting to do that”.
To name just a few of the extraordinary women that I celebrate this journey with. Who give me parts of themselves when I can't find them in my own self. They pick me up when I fall, carry me when I buckle under.
Remind me to breathe.
These ladies love me even when I forget that I too deserve love, and always, and I mean always, have my back.
Yes, life will use whatever tool available to get our attention to what we most need to notice.
What did you need to notice?
Complete, whole, overwhelming gratitude for the way life loves me.
If you are interested in what the cards are seeking to reveal to you, give Bonnie a call to schedule your in office, 1 hour Tarot Card reading today.
3/9/2018 07:15:53 pm
Love you tarot gypsy! Your musings are so fun to read and always make me smile. Darn, Donna should have text you to get emails. That’s such a great idea! Next time!
3/9/2018 08:44:38 pm
Next time she will have to take e-mails for both of us!!! Gypsy Team!
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