The Ace of Pentacles rests like the moon on an outstretched hand. The moon is new right now, and I've smelled like iron for the past few days but so far, no menses, and it's been almost four months since I birthed my daughter, making it over a year since I've bled in my course. I never thought I would feel heartsick for menstruation.I feel like I need to clear and cleanse to make room for this bounty coming in.
I don't usually associate the Ace of Pentacles with the moon, but it seemed connected somehow tonight. Maybe it's the raw energy aspect. Maybe it's simply that the Ace is suspended in the sky.
All the Aces are new beginnings, raw energy. The raw energy of earth is the impulse to work, to make manifest, to put thought, passion, and feeling into form. Birthing, physically and creatively. I once heard a songwriter describe his experience of writing like giving birth. He would seclude himself in his room, his communications would simplify, limited to his basic needs. He would only emerge when the song was ready. Men also have a womb. We all have a center, where our ideas generate.
I am grateful for my talents. I am grateful for this gift, though I am not sure what it means yet. I am grateful for the generosity of the Universe.
The Ace of Pentacles is also a gift, a new talent we discover which we never knew we had, or which has hidden in the recesses of our Self and we finally pull it out, dust it off and begin to hone it. Or maybe we decide to practice coin tricks.
Stasis. Peace. Fullness. This is the power of the Ace of Pentacles.
(image credit: Scott Malo: http://www.malomations.com/taber/digital.htm)
