The Queen of Cups sits on an intersting rock formation by the side of the sea. She holds a cup in her hands, and has a wave-crested crown on her head. Her flippers dangle over the edge of the shore, and her tail reaches up behind her. In the distance, a stark cliff rises above the waves, while some suspicious-looking tentacles reach up as though to tickle her flippers.
What those tentacles suggest to me is that, if we have good emotional balance, then we will be able to cope with the occasional encroachment from our unconscious.
How can you best maintain your emotional balance? What emotions lurk inside you, unacknowledged?