The 5 of Cups is about mourning. It asks us to contemplate how we react to a loss. How do we recover and move on? Is it different when what we lose is not a person, but a place, or an era, or a future, or hope?
I started this drawing a month ago, before the shit hit the proverbial fan here in the US. My feelings about my country are going back and forth between anger and grim acceptance – I don’t believe we’re powerless, but it’s clear to me that the future of our country will not be the one I believe in. We will have to fight and refight every battle just to maintain the rights we have, let alone make any progress toward equity and justice. The right has doubled down on their insistence that the unborn have more rights than women, that guns are worth more than kids, and that the government has no right to protect our planet. The saddest part to me is how many Americans agree with that direction. I get depressed thinking about how many people actively fight for that future, and how stacked the deck is in their favor.
So this card feels especially salient now. The sea has risen, the levees opened, the lowlands flooded. Something beautiful and vital was shattered and submerged, and nature slowly reclaims its space. Are you lucky enough to live on the high ground, or will you have to piece together a future among the ruins?
That’s not what I expected to write when I decided to post tonight, but I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind. If you’re struggling with anger, or anxiety, or hopelessness – you’re not alone. Hang in there. Support each other. We will get through this. 💙