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When we met,
I wasn’t expecting to fall in love.
When I heard you speak my name,
I turned to see you for the first time
and my world shifted around me,
though I had no way of knowing it
at the time.
When we met,
I wasn’t looking for someone to complete me.
What I wanted was someone that I could talk to
and whose eyes I could lose myself in.
Thankfully, your eyes were like the calm sea,
filled with blue green water that brought
me peace.
When we met,
I didn’t think I would be able to open my heart to you,
having been hurt so many times. And yet,
I didn’t want our time together to end.
I could have listened to you forever.
Slowly, the sound of your voice broke down the wall.
When we met,
I was afraid of opening the cage that I had put around myself.
It was safer that way and I had less chance of getting hurt.
However, the first time that you took my hand,
and entwined your fingers with mine,
you found the key that helped to open the cage.
When we met,
I had no way of knowing that I had just met
the man who would become my best friend, lover and husband.
I only knew that I wanted to know all of you.
Nine years later, we are still on the journey
of knowing each other.
When we met,
I finally believed that wishes
do come true.
When you are away from me,
I lay down in the dark
and imagine stars appearing above me.
The same sky covers you like a blanket,
keeping you safe while you are far
and I know that you see the same stars
that I can see, even if they are
inside of my imagination.
I raise my hand to the black velvet sky
and I draw a line between the stars
so that I can form word for you.
Words like: *joy* and *heart* and *love*
I keep tracing words in the stars,
hoping that you will see them and think of me:
*husband* and *lover* and *best friend*
I don’t know how long I lay there
drawing in the sky with my fingers,
but I begin to hear my heartbeat
and I know that you can hear it, too.
I lay there and I am missing you,
but I know that you are with me
because we share a heart.
I gave you half of mine
and you gave me half or yours.
Even if you can’t see the words
that I’ve written in the stars,
I hope you can feel their light
shining down upon you.
I lay there still and just as I’m about
to let the sweet embrace of sleep claim me,
the stars above my head grow brighter,
just for a moment.
I blink my eyes and
when I can see clearly,
I turn my eyes back to the stars
and see four words written in the stars
that was not written by me:
*I* *will* *dream* *of* *you*
Letting sleep take me,
my sadness fades away
because I know that I will see you
in my dreams.
I don’t remember
feeling safe within my own body.
I was always treated as if I was delicate,
as if I would break.
I would look at myself in the mirror,
trying to see the glass
that was under my skin.
I was treated like a freak,
told that I was weak,
that I wasn’t going to amount
to anything in the world around me.
I was treated like the elephant man
at school, people making fun
of the way I walked and ran.
I was told that I should feel shame
for the difficulty that I brought to my family.
I do remember the men who would point out
what they thought was wrong with me,
the reminders that I should be grateful
for their attention and for a long time,
I wondered if I was even worthy of love.
And then I met you.
I don’t remember that feeling of being seen before,
of having someone know me so deeply
that they know me better than I know myself.
I don’t remember the moment that I fell
in love with you because I don’t think
there ever was one single moment.
I think that I just loved you completely
from the moment that I met you
and it took me a while to realize it.
You have never looked at me
as something broken or fragile,
someone who needed to be pitied
or offered pity.
Instead, you see me as a whole person,
capable of anything that I set my mind to.
You believe in me when I don’t believe in myself.
When I look at myself in the mirror,
I don’t see the glass under my skin anymore
because you don’t see me as fragile.
You see me and love me completely, just as I am
and I love you more than words can say.
Even though I know there was a time
before you and I found each other,
I can’t remember my life without you
and can’t wait to see
what the future will bring.
Originally, Queen of Swords was supposed to be a Tarot deck.
I had joined a course on how to create your own deck and I thought I would take the time to sit down and write out the story that I wanted to tell in the deck, lay out the backbone of it before I started laying out what I wanted the cards to be.
When I started writing Queen of Swords, my intent was to create a deck with it. I would lay out the story behind each of the seventy-eight cards and then use what I’d written as the guidebook that came with the deck. Perfect! Or so I thought. The only problem was that the story was too, the world too vast. Once I started writing Queen of Swords, I realized that I was writing a novel, not a guidebook.
It’s always been my dream to make my own Tarot deck. It’s no surprise that they appeal to me; Tarot is all about the story that you want to tell or the tale that is spotted within the cards. The cards help you to look within yourself so that you can find the direction you want to go in or clarity when all there seems to be is smoke and mirrors.
Being a writer, I appreciate the art of storytelling. The lovely thing about Tarot decks is that they are ultimately a different way to tell you own story, just with seventy-eight writing prompts or scenes that you can work into your story. I think that’s the most beautiful thing about Tarot. While there is a lot of mysticism and symbolism in the cards, they are ultimately about the story you want to tell yourself and how you are going to move forward with what you know now.
In the Queen of Swords, Jackie is a Tarot reader, and she always has her trusty Tarot deck with her everywhere she goes. When she feels lost on her journey, she draws cards for herself. This happens several times over the course of the book. In one of the first times that she draws cards for herself, she draws the Queen of Swords and the Hierophant.
It was interesting writing about Tarot in this way. Jackie knew what the cards said to her, but to me, the readings worked as a bit of foreshadowing for what was ahead in the novel. However, the lovely thing about the cards is that they can be read so may different ways.
Take the Queen of Swords. She is either brave or foolhardy, strong willed or vicious. She can be thoughtful or will act without thought, she can be clearheaded or lost within her own mind. Either way, she is a warrior. When you look at the Hermit, he symbolizes someone in your life that is encouraging you to take a break from the world to focus on yourself, or is the hermit a reminder for you to take a moment away to work on your own light? Is he a reminder or an inspiration that gets you to look in a different direction?
When you put the Queen of Swords and the Hermit together, the cards tell another story, one of reflection and contemplation. If the Queen of Swords is you, what can you to do shine your light? What do you need to do to make sure it keeps on shining? What part of yourself do you need a light shined on so that you can see it more clearly?
Every card in a Tarot deck has a story to tell and it can be read so many different ways. I realized this even more when I began to write Queen of Swords. In the beginning, I was very concerned with making sure that every chapter was filled with all the symbolism that its card contained. In early drafts, Queen of Swords read less like a novel and more like a book on Tarot. It took me a while to realize that while I eventually wanted to write a book on Tarot, Queen of Swords was an adventure, a story, and it needed to read as such.
While there was a lot of space to play around in and I could relate what each card meant to me as a whole, I figured out that it had to grow organically if Queen of Swords was going to be a novel about the world that we knew and an adventure to be had. I had to stop thinking of how and where I would incorporate the symbolism of each card and tell the story as it wanted to come out. It was enough to have the Major Arcana as the spine of the novel and I could talk about the symbolism through the story.
In the end, I had to decide what kind of story I wanted the cards would tell. It had to work both as a novel and to a smaller degree, a book on Tarot. I decided that the story was more important than giving people an info dump on what I thought each card meant. That was the other thing I had to think about, too. I knew what all the other books on Tarot said about the cards and there were so many of them.
My strength with Tarot has always been on going with my intuition and saying what I see rather than quoting from a little white book. I knew that it had to be the same way with Queen of Swords and that the story had to be paramount. It was enough to have the inspiration behind the novel and the spine that held the novel together be the Tarot. I could write the story, but let Tarot influence the characters and the events that took place within the world in Queen of Swords.
Much like a Tarot reading, writing Queen of Swords was about telling the story and filtering in the wisdom that each card brought to each chapter. It deepened the story and the path that Jackie had to take. Much like a Tarot reading, the story within Queen of Swords had to stand on its own, but it would be inspired and influenced by everything around it.
Just like Jackie, and the Fool in the Major Arcana, the story within Queen of Swords had its own path to take. Much like the story in a Tarot reading, I just had to step out of the way and let it happen the way it wanted to in the first place.
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* For Karine
Word can’t express
what you have done for me.
Even when we are far apart,
you have been this this pillar
of strength for me,
a shining light that can through
the shadows that life brings.
Even when time passes between us,
when we meet again
it is like yesterday has yet to happen
and all we have to look forward to
is tomorrow and the future that waits.
Knowing you are there for me
as a friend and sister
has held me together
when I wanted to fall apart.
You shine so brightly
and I am so thankful for the light
that you give to my life.
On this day when we celebrate you,
I hope you know
what you bring to the world
and those around you.