Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with leading you on a meandering tour of the virtual garden of delights and curiosities and thoughts that make up my world – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply charming-to-me words.
C is for..
cardiognost: (obsolete) one who knows the workings of the heart; knowing the secret thoughts of people.
(NOTE: This word is often assumed to apply only as a definition in Christian theology as a trait of God. I, however, am taking a totally secular view, and holding this as a definition of something we’re all capable of. Let’s just say we’re creating a new iteration of an obsolete term.
I think this Queen of Hearts might be one of my favorite postage stamps ever – a vintage beauty from 2009. The Queen archetype has been appearing for me in many guises of late, not the least of which is through numerous conversations about sovereignty. But I especially like it when I continue my explorations in dream time. And so here’s a glimpse of a nocturnal vision in which the Queen of Hearts appears…
I’m standing in my backyard admiring a bush with amazing red flowers. The scent is intoxicating and when I bend closer I hear the flowers talking and simultaneously notice they are shaped like little red lips.
This discovery excites me – I turn to see if there’s anyone around I can tell. And that’s when I notice a cool table in the yard – small enough to seat one person, with a round silver metal top that has a black club (card image) painted on it. As I walk over to get a better look, suddenly my grandmother is sitting at the table laying out a spread with a deck of playing cards. She motions me to look at the card she’s just laid down – it’s the Queen of Hearts. But there’s a little tab on the heart symbol, and when you pull it, underneath appears another picture of a heart – this time an antatomically correct version. She flips the tab up and down, and the effect is the heart is sort of “winking” at me. This seems to delight my grandmother as much as me and I start laughing. I think I really need to stop because the flower lips are whispering something and if I could just quiet down I could probably make out what they are saying. As it is, it’s just an intriguing buzz.
I confess to being a wee bit disappointed that the Queen, my grandmother, and the amazing talking lip flowers didn’t make it back with me into wakefulness, but I’m certainly glad I got a dreamtime chance to visit with them.
And never fear, I wouldn’t end a post about cardiognosis without giving you a glimpse at the inner workings of a heart.
I can’t help but think of what Hafiz said as well: “An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.”
Oh how I want a heart like that!
What about you? What kind of heart do you have? What makes it happy? Who have you been visiting with behind closed eyes? Do tell – you know I love to hear.