Letting life go by. On this frustrating card of the Minor Arcana we usually see a human sitting cross-legged under a tree, arms folded, not going anyware. Leave me alone.
He or she seems to be lost in thought, not even looking up to notice, acknowledge or accept an offer from the notorious Skyhand of the Tarot a beautiful, big, shiny, gold goblet. Cups in the Tarot are always full o’love, but he already has 3 cups sitting on the ground before him, untouched, contents evaporated and wasted. Why our human is not currently participating in life is a bit of a mystery.
Has he been so disillusioned with love that he no longer want anything to do with it? They’re all starting to look alike to him. These women – I mean, these cups. They’re all the same. They’ll never be another one like_______________.
I’m even sick of myself.
He must meditate on this.
I do prefer the Morgan-Greer image of a human so lost in their own world he or she is oblivious to the green vines that have been slowly growing over them. We only see a bit of face peeking out, they’ve been sitting there so long.
On this card, the stability of the 4 has calcified into emotional numbness and apathy. The contents of the cups – representing the emotional suit of Water (Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio) -stagnate and sour before him.
How can he or she choose to be so disconnected? Why?
How could I have wasted/why am I wasting my life in/on this/that last relationship/job?
Sooner or later, we hope, he’ll get up and dust his ass off and move on to the 5, where he’ll cry a little over ‘spilled milk’ and at least realize he can no longer live this way, and although I think the word is overused and misused, healing can begin.
That next offer may be the One, but if he doesn’t make some kind of move that ivy will finally close over him and, well, out of sight, out of mind.
Don’t bother asking him/her, they won’t come anyway.
I’m sorry for this person, but life has much to offer.
He may someday wish he hadn’t refused those cups.