There is so much going on in this card. So many small details. Rich in color. Bright and clear.
The central figure , a woman with dark hair, purple dress, green garland/band around her head.
There is a stack of books beside her; a messy table before her. A glass - wine?; and open book with many pages sort of torn - almost in half. I get an impression of them whipped by the wind or crumbling from age. There are other stacked books on either side of her. One has a candle resting on a stack. Its burnt out - unlit. There are also loose pages, an hourglass on its side, shells.
She turns to her right, hand outstretched to reach for the rose being offered to her, by Death - a skeleton in a red robe. He has a kind face (If thats possible for a skull) He seems to look down on her with kindness.
Behind her, on her left, an angel points to a building in the distance. Church perhaps. It has a tall tower beside/attached to a very elegant seeming structure. Set right in front of or perhaps set within, the side of a hill.
Behind death, a bare tree. At its roots, images from another time/space. Two cloaked shepards face each other - only their faces & crooked staves can be seen. Directly below them, skeletons play violin, wooing the woman.
Below the angel, a hooded figure holds an open book, reading. His back is against the woman's, facing away. Above the book, a white bearded face rings a bell.
Just yesterday I found a bell at work. I brought it home. The handle of a bell is a monkey - Hanuman the monkey-king. And today this card. A bell, rung by a monk.) Mean anything? *shrugs*
The card says to me:
I feel that the top of the card - the scene of the tree, the grassy plain and church set in the hill - Death's side of the card, is bright and inviting, while the Angel's side is dark.
Sometimes it seems easier/sweeter to succumb to the end - lightness, music, roses. It seems so welcoming.
The Angel's Path - if chosen - is dark, solitary. Perhaps not as easy, but there can be joy in the simple sweet sounds of the tolling of the bell.
Seems I've made my choice. The choice of life, growth, study - and the ringing of the Monk-ey's bell.
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