Queen of Spades


As a person:
independent woman, a friend of rare caliber, visionary
intuitive, merciless intelligence, strives for consciousness, puts herself in the service of growth

"Good morning, my beauty." On reaching the hill, Salome greets her lime tree. The thick canopy of leaves still hinders the June sun from entering. Salome is a painter. A true wizard in her field, with a clear mind, genius and unpredictable intuition.

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Jack of Diamonds


As a person:
Lucky Guy
Uninhibitedly happy.
Receive - share - receive - pass on - receive - let go.
Always open for new luck.
When one flower has withered, another blossoms nearby.

The fairy tale 'Hans in Luck' by the Brothers Grimm is an excellent illustration of the Jack of Diamonds.
One can look at the fairy tale from different perspectives.

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Queen of Diamonds


As a person:
A woman of spiritual greatness and intelligence.
Celebration of life and love. Flooded with great blessings.

The Wise Woman of the Good Earth

«Not so long ago, people still had leisure and time. They could pause in the middle of the day and listen to the birds, to feel their hands stroking a cat, to bestow a friendly glance. They would sing and dance in the middle of the day, in joy and sorrow.

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Ace of Spades


The ace of spades is all about Consciousness / Creativity / Clarity.

When I drew this card for this Letter from the Travellers, a shower of memories from my time in America went through me:

„It's four in the morning in the Arizona desert, 4500 feet above sea level. I leave the house for my daily morning walk around Chimney Rock. The cool summer breeze caresses my face, arms and legs. Already a feeling of contentment and joy permeates me. The night is without moon. Above me the Milky Way! Millions of stars. My Milky Way! Every morning a chandelier of breathtaking beauty.

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8 of Hearts


“Go on! A higher fortune awaits,” she said.

Actually, she had yelled at me. My friend Louise knew about my habits of brooding, of questioning. We were in the middle of the forest. We had met because once again I was doubting everything and thought I had reached another dead end, and this time for real!

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Queen of Hearts


Today I have drawn the Queen of Hearts.

Hm, the Queen of Hearts… that’s me!

All women are queens of hearts.

I wonder how many women do experience to be a lady, a queen?
I wonder. Even as a child I wondered who my mother was. She wore skirts, she had a higher voice than my father and my brothers, she did the household. She didn’t leave the house at 6:00 a.m. sharp for work like my father. She cooked, cleaned and did the chores. What else did she do? She bore seven children, six boys and me, the only daughter. Three boys died as babies. She lived through it. Yes, really, she lived through that? How? I don’t know. She died before I dared ask her, she, this Queen of Hearts, my mother.

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