Tarot Card for the Day ~ March 22

King of Shields

Uther

Fortune Cookie: Ask yourself, “What is REALLY important?  Now how do I attend to THAT?”

 

Last saw this card back in November.  As those of you who have been with the blog for a while know, the King of Shields is what I call the card of the Good King.

This is the king who knows what’s going on in his kingdom − how the crops in every county are doing (if not, in fact, how every farmer is doing), what his knights are up to (and what they should be up to), the state of repair of the entire kingdom’s major walls, bridges and roads, etc. − how the kingdom is doing.  Really. 

He’s perfectly comfortable in the limelight, although he does not seek it for himself and does not miss it when it isn’t on him. 

He is simply the good king who understands that his mission is to take care of his kingdom and take care of his subjects so that they generally can take care of themselves.  He considers himself the servant of all his people [even them’s wot’s most deserve a good, solid gangster-smack].

The hard lesson he has learned is that there will always be more things asked of him than he can possibly fulfill, more things in need of attention than he can possibly do or see to, even by delegating. 

He has, therefore, come to understand and be comfortable with the necessity of allocating his resources, caring and effort, in such a way as will provide the greatest return and benefit to himself and especially to his people. 

In his realm, it ISN’T the squeakiest wheel that gets the grease; it’s the wheel whose repair is most significant and valuable to him, his people and his land.

So, beginning today, how can you come to understand better the myriad workings of your kingdom? 

What, in fact, IS your kingdom?  And how do you need to give yourself − in a functional, practical way − permission to attend to that which is really MOST IMPORTANT rather than that which seems MOST URGENT (or most annoying) in order to keep your kingdom’s balance, harmony and prosperity at the forefront of your rule? 

What do you need to let go of, or let go fallow, or let go to hell, for that matter, in order for the stuff you truly care about − the stuff you truly came here to do − to get done and get done well?  

So ask yourself, “What the hell is all that noise?  But what is REALLY important?  Now how do I attend to THAT?”

Bright blessings!

Quote for the Day:  If you think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them. ~ Christopher Moore, from Practical Demonkeeping

Today’s Weather: Sincere but cursory transcendentalists sunbathing in the wabe.  Beware raths.  The mome ones especially.

On This Date: 1630 – Massachusetts Bay Colony outlaws the possession of cards, dice, and gaming tables.  [Boy, would I be in deep shitake!]

Thought for the Day:

FIRST TIME SEX  
 
A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night to meet, and have a dinner with, her parents.  

 

Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time.   

 

The boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it’s his first time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex.

At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he’d like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack.  The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all. 

 

That night, the boy shows up at the girl’s parents’ house and meets his girlfriend at the door.

‘Oh, I’m so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!’ 

 

The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl’s parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down.
 
10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy.

 

Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, ‘I had no idea you were this religious.’ 
 
The boy turns, and whispers back,

 

‘I had no idea your father was a pharmacist.’ 

                                                                                   Thanks, Rita!

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