Tarot Story : Day one :Page of Stones :Wren

[zannie rose]

TAROT STORY
Day One April 29th

I am guided to take a card from the Green Wood tarot deck today, it is the page of stones..
It feels so soft, and soothing, and I am able to gaze at it for only a few seconds before my mind wants to know what it means. My mind needs the official interpretation. I try to exercise discipline, to give my intuition its true rein, but no, the mind reigns and I have to open the book and see what it says.
Oh how the book rules.
I see that this card represents a youth or child. Some how that satisfies the mind for a few seconds, and in exchange, the mind gives me an idea, how about picking a card a day and writing about it?
How about even doing it each day and creating a story.
I like that idea, and read a bit more, there is more information to feed the mind, I read that the Druids considered the wren to be a bird of augury and prophecy. Augury, what a word, at once interesting but spiked with a frisson of doom maybe? The neural pathway is running at high speed, searching out associations at the speed of light.

I look at the page of stones card once more, and as I gaze at the images contained inside this card 3’’ x 2” I am drawn to the sculpted moss embossed hollow stone. I hear the sounds of running water singing .The centre of the heart shaped stone is hollowed out and is inviting, it draws me close, draws me in..
I move towards it, but the tiny wren is guarding the entrance. I could push past of course, but who would want to push past her? She is guarding her eggs, I feel that as I move closer. I sense at least three eggs, and also sense that each sacred egg contains a wish. For those who honour the wren and this magical heart shaped stone, there are mysteries to be revealed, for those whose hearts are hollow like the stone, this is stony ground indeed.

I wait, and notice the male bird, perched atop the curve of the stone head cocked, what sound causes this still pose.
Behind the 7 pointed leaf a light gleams and a young boy appears though the canopy of leaves. His attention is inwards, but his feet know this place, they know where to walk, they are bringing him to the brook where the stone has stood for many years, weathered by the elements.