Six of Cups — Tarot of the Absurd

Saturday, June 2nd, 2012

6 of cups meaningArtist: Jessica Shanahan


Like unripe fruit, memories sweeten with age. Like fine wine, they leave a complex mingling of flavors on the tongue. The Six of Cups is a card of sweet remembrance of things gone by. It is possible to drink from the cup memory to the point of intoxication and delusion.


When we think we remember something correctly, we must remind ourselves that the contents of the mind are fluid. Beginning at the moment of occurrence, memory of events changes over time. Each one of us— each body— views an event through the filter of our past experiences. Unfortunately, there is no unbiased bank of memory for us to draw from. There is no unbodied observer, completely devoid of experience, with whom we can consult about what really did happen. Each of us sees an event from a slightly different angle, from a slightly different body, from a slightly different mindset. Our memories are skewed by emotion and circumstance. Visions of the past are as plentiful and as varied as visions of the future.


The people on the Six of Cups card descry knowledge of the past by reading tea leaves. Photo albums, journals, scrap-books, stones and driftwood, animal bones, stars and layers of soil, tree rings and faerie rings, a scattering of ashes, the shapes of clouds, a crystal ball, history books, faerie tales, or Tarot cards could all be used for the same purpose. The past is just as certain as the future. Perhaps this card could be seen as a reminder to remain present.

Six of Cups — Tarot Nova

Sunday, January 1st, 2012

[This card measures about 1″ tall by .5″ wide]

Artist: Julie Paschkis

Author: Dennis Fairchild


Interpretation: “Your personal magnetism is on the rise. Be firm in affairs of the heart. Don’t let the past detract from the present. This is an excellent time to start a new love affair [I don’t think so!], renew vows [what vows?] or relocate [hardly!].”


My reading: Reunion, nostalgia, childhood memories, innocence.


I asked the deck, “Tell me something about my mother.”


I am visiting my parents’ house in Syracuse, NY. It is the house where I grew up. I have been here a week. Two of my siblings and both of my parents are here. There are two cats and one dog. We spend most of our time in the living room/ dining room area doing our slightly separate things together: reading, writing, working on the computer. The TV is off. My dad plays music. My mom cooks dinner. We talk to each other between thoughts. We go for walks. These are my people. I am blessed.