Eight of Swords or Eight of Air in my deck is a card that is about feeling trapped in a situation or mindset but in reality you have free will and the ability to find your way free.
From The Forest Witch Tarot
“The day had already started out wrong. The rabbits’ ear mites had returned even after a week of diligent treatment and two of them had gotten loose while I was trying to wrangle the matriarch. As I was running around trying to catch them, I noticed that the garden was infested again and one of my chickens had died during the night. Suddenly, I had this overwhelming urge to just sit down in the dirt and cry. I felt trapped in an unending cycle of chores and duties and tending to the needs of others…when would I have time for myself, to do the things that made my heart sing? My skirts had gotten tangled in the brambles next to where I sat and as I was pulling the thorns out of the hem, I noticed an indigo bunting flying out of the hedge. A single feather floated down from her ascent. I realized that I wasn’t trapped, I had chosen this life. This life brought meaning, it brought a satisfaction and a fullness that fed my soul. Some days were hard, that was true, but most days were good. I was the creator of my own life…I had the freedom to make it however I chose and I chose this, the good and the bad.
Six of water…friendship, nostalgia, the sweet ease of being with someone who gets you.
From the Forest Witch:
It was a restless night and I couldn’t sleep. The rain was dripping down through a hole in the roof and it pattered relentlessly in the bowl I had placed on the kitchen floor. I decided to go for a walk. The crescent moon lit a small strip of the path and silver light played among the leaves of summer. I stepped carefully in the darkness, not sure how far I wanted to go. Ahead of me, I saw a patch of rather large mushrooms, their white faces turned up to the moon. Two rats sat together, their backs to me. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they forgot to listen for footsteps in the night. I stopped, gazing upon them happily. The way that they leaned towards each other, their soft tones reminded me of the days of my youth when I used to sit under the stars with my sisters. We would talk of anything that pleased us and we never needed to worry if our words would be taken the wrong way. Being alone in the world is a relief for that, but I do remember what it was like to feel complete ease of body and mind in the presence of others.