3 Wands | DruidCraft

An engagement ring is swathed in many memories and it was with a sense of foreboding that I accepted my mum's engagement ring as a gift after my dad died. Too small for me to wear, I secreted it away in a tiny red jeweller's box at the back of a drawer.

I think that I'm pretty good with jewellery.  I don't lose bits that often.  But when I do, it's always a bit of jewellery that I really mourn. When my son was a toddler, he accidentally binned my gold charm bracelet - a gift from my dad, who died before he was born. I have still not told my mum that the bracelet is gone.

If you are following @TABItarot on Twitter, you know where this story is going.  A couple of weeks ago I was asked to bring the ring to my mum to have it resized....and the ring box was empty.  A vague memory of threading it onto a chain to use as a pendulum around Yule was all that I had to go on.

Every day, I have spent hours turning the house upside down, looking for the ring.  Unable to focus on anything, my attention completely taken up with the imminent verbal stoning I'd experience at the hands of my mother when she knew that I'd lost it.

I sought help from everywhere - St Anthony, psychic input.....praying, begging, and heck, I even consulted the Tarot cards.

The card drawn was the 3 of Wands from the DruidCraft Tarot.

I scoured the card for meaning:

Path or Water - check all water sources - loos, sinks, outside taps, fish tank, bottles of water - nothing
Green tunic - check pockets of all green clothing (heck, check pockets of ALL clothing) - nil
One foot higher than the other - check all shoes and boots - nada
3 Wands - check anything that comes in 3s - pot plants, filing cabinet drawers....nowt
What's he doing? He's looking into the distance - search everywhere that offers look into the distance - include computer desk (what is internet if not the distance!), mirrors, pocket mirrors, shiny earrings - nil

Willie came home from South Africa last week and he assured me that HE'D find it.  Seeing as how this is a man who would organise the paper in his litter bin if I let him, I agreed that if he DID find it, he could buy anything he wanted for his beloved Subaru Impreza without me sucking my teeth and making the usual round of disapointed noises.

Cut to this morning, as we systematically trawled our bedroom.  I pulled stuff off the top of the wardrobe and began to sneeze my head off.  Look, what can I say, life is too short to dust the top of the wardrobe, right?  Willie looked at me with That Look, shook his head and disappeared to get a damp cloth.

As he stood on the bed, scouring the top of the wardrobe with the cloth, he asked me what the missing ring looked like.  As I opened my mouth to tell him, he produced The Ring from the top of the wardrobe.

Reader, I married him.

No...sorry, different story......I sank to the floor, unable to speak, weak with relief.  What on earth it was doing on the top of the wardrobe, I have no idea.

Needless to say, it is now carefully back in it's ring box.

I looked at the card again.  What was the only thing about this card that I failed to notice? That the guy was standing high up on a hill, looking DOWN at the landscape.  I failed to properly check anything high up.

The Tarot message? Even when you think you know everything that the card is telling you, allow yourself to be still and wait until some other answer arrives inside you.  It might just be exactly what you are looking for.

...and Willie, what is he hoping to buy for his lovely Scooby? A race track day? A new set of tyres? How about a Lotus Elise 'to keep the Subaru company in the garage'.  Hmmmmm - I'm sucking my teeth already.

Ali x