What comes up when I think of the seventeenth Major Arcana, The Star?
That’s not a typo. It’s the title (and beginning) of one of my favorite e.e. cummings poems:
people and streets
into faces and cities
slowly swoop wholly
leaping through merciful
a thunder of oneness
— e.e. cummings, “!hope”
Doesn’t that sound like The Star?
Hope. Faith. Life. Love. Dream. Joy. Truth. Soul.
About a decade ago — in another life — I memorized this poem and those eight words became somewhat of a mantra. To this day I can recall the words; they really do make for good meditation. I’ve always toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo of them. Someday, I think I will.
Happy Vernal Equinox, everyone! (And Happy Autumnal Equinox, too!)