Tarot of the Black Cats (Lo Scarabeo, 2013), another Page, this time of Swords.
Once again, there is a lot of charm to this young, black cat. He floats on black, angel wings between two tall, jagged mountain peaks. In the distance we see a river plain, yet our cat seems far removed for it, flying up with the eagles amongst the clouds. This Page holds a cat-headed sword, and wears a golden necklace, which matches the eyes that stare out at us in a challenging fashion.
What I see here is someone who will take an idea and run with it, though it may well trip them up at some point. They play with ideas, taking them to their extremes to see what insight that might bring. Enjoying having an overview, they may sometimes look down on others who have less vision. Ultimately, though, they are truth-seekers and, with a little time, will realise that the view from up high is only one perspective on the world.
For me, there is also a more literal interpretation to this card: today I fly back home. Not on angel wings, but British Airways will hopefully get me home safe and sound. This afternoon I also have a couple of appointments that may well lead to new insights and understandings, so this card really seems very appropriate.
I am grateful for new perspectives on life.