Day 4: The Six of Cups

The Card
 
Grab your tissues and get out those yearbooks, because nostalgia is the name of the game today!  The six of cups is pretty straight forward about that.  Whenever I see it come up in somebody's reading, I can feel that pang of longing they have for the past.  And ain't that a beast of a feeling.

Here's what nostalgia looks like:

Get it?

Enough shenanigans, here's the card:

See, the nymph just got broken up with like one or two cards before, and now she's at that point of the break up where she's remembering all those good times they had together and is contemplating getting drunk and texting him at midnight, knowhati'mtalkin'about?!

The Process

Even though I'm picking these cards blindly - that is, I'm not asking them to answer any questions and I'm not using them to apply to my everyday life - today, the choice couldn't have been better.  Probably because, at the end of the day, it is a tarot card and applying them to life is kinda what you do with 'em.

This weekend is all about finishing the second act of my new play which I have been developing in the so awesome Crystal Skillman's class at Sam French and it just so happens that one of my characters in particular needs to experience a healthy dose of nostalgia.  Thank you, Universe!

You're welcome.

So I wrote a monlogue.  A really, really long monologue.

And it looks a little something like this:

Here's an Excerpt

We’d be making tea.  The warm, sweet smell.   I never knew I’d never smell it again and tea would never be a comfort again, never ever again.  I shouldn’t have left you alone, no.  No.  I shouldn’t have kept a secret from you. I should’ve told you everything.  And explained about man and told you about dad and that the reason you exist is because you came from him and grew in mom, that much I knew.  I knew and didn’t tell you.  We’re like animas, but civilized.  I should have told you.  I should’ve told you I met a stranger with wings in his feet, that I healed him and he healed me.  And I’m dead forever now.  Dead forever.  But I would trade him for you.  I’d still trade him for you.

In Conclusion

Loving this, loving how this challenge is beginning to help my everyday writing life.  It's always exciting when that happens.  So so exciting.