Yesterday was my number redacted birthday. Every year on my birthday, I pull a holy cross spread from my mythic tarot deck. My deck is based on Greek mythology which I loved as a child so the stories and symbolism are deep in my psyche. Over the years, a recurrent image in my spreads is the Hanged Man. In my deck, the Hanged Man is represented by Prometheus, bound to a rock while a vulture tears out his liver. Endlessly. Yeah, the story of my life.
Since I have finally — finally! — sold a book, I thought surely my hanging days were over. Not so. In the final position of my holy cross, guess who shows up? While I realize my book doesn’t come out until November 2009, I don’t think of that time as waiting (much). I am too busy to call this waiting.
But the Hanged Man is also about sacrifice for a greater reward. I guess that still applies. Probably forever. So here’s my liver, vulture-world. Feast away.
P.S. Leave a comment along with a quick recap of an issue burning holes in your liver and I’ll do an amateur three-card action draw for you and post it here.