It’s my first official day back into the fray that is Tarot Reading (but it’s one I love!) and already The Wildwood offers me the messenger of the druids, guardian of winter mysteries: The Wren.
This little bird also lends its name to female members of the RAF (another life path story I never walked down, but that’s fine, I was never meant to join them, I think) who certainly showed and displayed determination, scholarship and wisdom, amongst the other traits. I was reminded today that I am not as young as some, nor as old as some.
The Wren to me is a reminder to listen, not just to the children, but to other relationships as well, especially sibling relationships. I had not realised it also linked to sibling relationships, I found that out here. Since I have only the one sibling, I had better pay attention.
There is power in speaking, the question is how harsh do you speak and how you say something, rather than what you say. That’s a lesson I find hard and since I am also meeting parents today, I had really ought to pay attention to how I say what I mean: my tone can be abrupt at times, though I do not intend for it to be: I had no idea how hard it was raising children or how much my temper would be frayed. Would I change it for all the tea in China or India? Heck no!
So today, I need to be careful of what I say, how I say it and listen quietly. That’s not going to be easy, so please, wish me luck! I feel I shall need it. Thank you very much, Wildwood!