Queen of Pentacles
Let’s go on a walk down memory lane shall we? Go ahead and take my hand, it’s okay, we’re 8 years old again and there’s no one around to laugh at us for playing magic fairy land. It’s in the middle of Summer and the sun will be going down in about two hours, we can see the sun peeking at us from in between the tall rows of trees that meet each other along the path that we’re walking down. The trees meet as if they were two whales under the sea swimming up towards each other for a kiss and we are two little crabs watching. The grasses surrounding us are so high and we can only imagine what kinds of creatures are slumbering and stirring, but we won’t be bothering them.
The path is muddy and we don’t have shoes on, we haven’t worn shoes all day! We’re tough. I was a little afraid of wild dogs, but you told me they don’t come this far down the path so it’s okay. We can hear the frogs in the creeks and ditches all around us, it’s getting late, but we haven’t found the fairy queen yet, so we keep walking along the path towards the setting sun. It seems like the louder the frogs and the bugs sing, the sweeter the milo smells and I know I won’t forget this day as long as I live. And as we walk down the muddy path, I start to see the lightning bugs beyond the grasses right before the darkness of the tree line begins. What is in those shadows? I wonder. And suddenly I realize we aren’t standing in mud anymore and the sky isn’t bright at all! It’s dark and the path that was once squishy and warm, is now cool and covered in purple flowers that hug our toes. The Summer breeze kisses my sunburnt shoulders and cheeks as I gaze up at the starry sky. I have never seen so many stars in my whole life! I turn to look at you with a huge smile, your gaze is on the sky. You tell me that it’s time, time for the fairy queen to descend upon us to grant our wishes.
I hear the twinkling of a soft bell behind us, we both turn around and see her, the fairy queen! She is there standing so tall, with her hair and her cloak floating all around her and she is smiling at us, urging us to come closer. So we inch a little further, and we see that she is holding a basket, a staff and a bell. She hands me the basket, you the staff and the bell, and she says, “Go and gather your wishes, and put them into this basket. Whatever wishes you put into this basket can come true. Use the staff to fight off any creatures that try to steal the basket, and once you’re done, ring the bell and I will find you. This cannot be done in one night though, don’t ring this bell until you are very old and can no longer fight with the staff and you can no longer carry the basket. Only ring the bell when it is the last thing you will do on this earth and I will find you.”
And then she disappeared into the darkness of the tree line, with no sound, we could only hear the breeze blowing in the trees. We wanted to follow her into the darkness to understand more, but we were too scared of the darkness. But how could we make these wishes come true by just putting them into a basket? Ugh fairies are so tricky. Dearest reader, I hope you are with me here on the metaphors. What wishes are you carrying around in your basket? Have you had to raise your fairy given staff at intruders and thieves of passion?
What worldly goals are you chasing? What have you achieved? Who has helped you along the way? The Queen of Pentacles is our friend helping us out with our finances, health, safety, food and our connection to nature. The Queen of Pentacles is all about our earthly delights! Earth is her element. I think everyone needs a friend that always has food cooking and has advice to give with no ulterior motive, otherwise life can be so hard. And if you don’t have that friend, be that friend. When I am feeling really ungrounded, the best thing I can do for my psyche is to put on a cooking show, bust open a cookbook and try out some recipes. I am a bit of a kitchen witch, this is my happy place. If you’re a more hearty individual, maybe you need to do a vigorous exercise, or go jogging on a nature trail with a good friend. These are our Queens of Pentacles, they ground us, they nurture our spirits back into our body when the yearning has gone too damn far! Don’t ring that bell yet darlings, the fight isn’t over. Raise that staff and fight off any thoughts that steal our goddess given right to enjoy this time on earth.
It wasn’t so long ago that we were all just kids playing make believe out in the grass, we didn’t care about the bug bites or the time. It would be foolish and a tad bit cruel to talk about finding financial stability in times like these. So I don’t want to talk about adult things with you, I want us to go find the fairy queen in the woods under the starry night with flowers at our feet.
PIctured is the Queen of Pumpkins from the Halloween Tarot by Kipling West