Today I draw a card from The Haindl Tarot, a deck I hardly ever use. Nut, the Mother of Swords in the South, comes out to play in this full moon, almost equinox time. We see starry Nut from two perspectives, the upright one is seen as if from below and was painted inside the lid of coffins. Rachel Pollack says ‘Death covers us entirely, the way the night covers the earth.’ The transverse form of Nut is as seen from a distance, as seen on the walls of temples.
My guess is that to be a mother of swords you must be infinitely divisible and yet still whole, rather than rigidly impenetrable. You have to welcome the swift, sharp cuts knowing that you are giving your darling sword babies exactly the right playing ground for their development because no matter how deep they cut, you are still entirely you, just like Death and Night.
The Mother of Swords embraces the mystery rather than the explanation.
