The empress is giving. It is holding, breathing, and unconditional love.
A person, a place, a moment that folds us in and reminds us that all is well. Even if it isn't.
But the modern empress has more children than she can reach her arms around. Because everyone the empress sees is one of her own. And their hopes, their dreams, their fears - are too many. They weigh on our modern empress like shackles and cuffs.
"So much hurt. Not enough of me."
And these days, the one who needs to receive, to be held, to breath, and be loved, is more often than not the empresses themselves. Our modern mothers have to remember first to tell themselves: All is well. Even if it isn't.
(This post is a part of The Modern Tarot series - questioning and investigating tarot in light of our modern experiences and realities. It's mostly sassy, a little bit tongue-in-cheek, and meant as food for thought - not as a true or superior interpretation.)