The Tower is a card often met with trepidation and fear. The unexpected happens and rattles you to your bones. Destruction and upheaval is experienced and then tempered by the serenity of The Star. Never fear The Tower card. Its beauty resides in the fact that The Tower card wakes you up!
The genius of working with Tarot and a Card a Day practice on a consistent basis is, at times, you know exactly what the card foretells . . . I wanted a ticket to see a rare Sting concert last night. I drew The Tower. I knew I would get my ticket. A few hours later, I did.
Give yourself the gift of waking up this holiday season. There are moments of heightened reality we can all experience in life. Heightened reality stops you in your tracks and time, as we know ceases. It is your right, in fact, your obligation to seek out these moments . . .
You can experience heightened reality via travel . . . a moment basking in the Italian sunlight on cobble stone streets of a medieval city, a walk down a misty Scottish lane en route to a crumbling castle looming in the distance. You may find these moments via nature . . . the deafening quiet of a fresh fallen snowscape, an electrical storm off the coast of a sandy beach, a valley dappled with the burning colors of autumn. You may experience this via art . . . Rembrandt’s powerful brush strokes gleaning at you from a canvas hung in a robber baron’s mansion, dancers leaping and spinning before you, operas with heroines gasping their last breath or seeking out your favorite musician in an extraordinary venu
Moments of heightened reality shake you out of your humdrum, day-to-day life we attach ourselves to. You walk amidst the intricate tapestry of the material world for a very short time. I implore you to experience as much of it as you can. Plan a trip abroad, visit a museum, take a walk, and listen to your favorite music. Wake up to the beauty that surrounds you. Let it fill you, flow through you. Because when you emerge from the dream state, humbled, the world looks different. And that, after all, is what the Tower card is all about.
Court the unexpected and let the Tower shake you to your core. The Tower helped me I wake up last night. If you’d like to hear about my experience, keep on reading . . .
Sting is only performing four concerts to promote his If on a Winter’s Night album. The shows are all set in Cathedrals, two in NYC, one in Paris and one in Durham, England.
Grasping my ticket and I made my way through the twinkling holiday streets of Manhattan. St John the Divine, the largest Gothic style Cathedral in the world and the fourth largest Christian church ever built loomed before me as I approached. I entered the Cathedral and gasped at how small the gathering was. A few hundred well-dressed New Yorkers were taking their seats. Impossibly skinny, terrifically blond women sat and nuzzling their husbands. A smart man knows Sting is a wonderful aphrodisiac for women of a certain age.
I took my seat, shockingly close to the stage. Hardly believing my luck, my eyes scanned the crowd and happened upon Sting’s wife, Trudie. Trudie, another impossibly skinny blond woman, looked amazing in a black dress with a dazzling diamond necklace strewn around her neck. A gift from her husband perhaps? I watched her for a few moments, wondering how it felt to walk in her stilettos. The mother of four, owner of multiple homes around the world and married to a musical genius. I’d met her twice years ago. We once had a conversation about yoga before yoga studios popped up on every other block. She proved to be lovely then and last night, she looked more beautiful than ever.
Alan Rickman, the actor from Harry Potter, Sense and Sensibility, Love Actually and countless other films walked passed me to take his seat. I struggled to remain composed while giggling madly in my head.
Sting took the stage. Handsome and charming, his voice was stunning as was each wintery, haunting song. He sang every song from If on a Winter’s Night. A thirty five-piece orchestra, the Newark Boys Choir and Chris Botti on trumpet, accompanied him. Sting introduced each song with a story of how each song evolved creating an intimate experience.
Sting’s voice reverberating between the Gothic arches, softened by the tapestries adorning the walls was pure perfection. It was a sacred experience and one that I’ll never, ever forget. They say that gratitude is one of the greatest feelings you experience. Sting . . . thank you, thank you, and thank you!
I left the cathedral humbled, happy and moved. I didn’t need to find Sting as he exited the back door or weasel my way into any after party. The night had been pure perfection. I was reminded of my Tower card. My world looked different. I was shaken to my core with the intoxication of music and architecture that was mine for the taking. And it is yours too . . . now go out and find it!