The Ace of Cups is a well. A finite container which holds an infinite source. Our task when it appears is to define its edges just enough to draw from it.

What is the quality of your spring? The origin of your current story? How do you tell yourself without tainting the essence of your soul? The Ace of Cups knows the nature. Contains the core. Concentrates our substance while expanding opportunity to understand. The Ace of Cups is the well of compassion that derives from suffering. The empathy that comes from experience. The bloom of kindness that stems from sorrow. The sweetness of divinity that can be fully tasted only when we are mortal.

A well is also a portal that redirects. For example: “Well, I thought it was lovely.” It is an interjection. A dent in the conversation that deepens our thought enough to hold something new. Like a crater in the moon that contains some unknown wonder. 

Well-ness is a quality or state of being abundantly resourced. In desired health. At full capacity to function in an image of one’s own faith. To be well is to be in a desired way. With an intention of goodness. Of natural ease, like water that springs from a depression in the earth that formed itself for its collecting. 

And yet, this quality, this essence, is also in some sense vague. That is to say, it is an idea expansive enough to hold various kinds of holiness. We can be well-known, superficial in the public eye or understood through profound personal connection. We can be well-intended, informing the early parts of our process with kind eyes and eager hearts. We can be well-appointed, fitting seamlessly into a role we perhaps did not choose, but maybe chose us. What happens when the universe does the appointing? When we use our agency to entreat synchronicity? When we divine timing rather than results?

To be well, in some way, means to be at peace. To be free from the anxiety of minor keys because we are so deeply tuned to the song of our soul. When we are living and dying well, we are doing so abundantly. We are allowing our fullness. Embracing the elements of us that are infinite but understanding that no container is limitless.

The Ace of Cups is not an easy card to embody. It requires a welding. It asks us to juxtapose spirit and source. Matter and soul. Empty and full. Belief and reality. It shows us that welding is blurring a line and defining it. That to be united in its truest sense, demands we be both different and alike and that we welcome this paradox with reverence for the inexpressible source that binds us to a moment and to each other.


WHAT EVEN IS A TAROTSCOPE? We often think of horoscopes as predictions that are specific to each astrological sign. In Ancient Greek, the term horoscope simply means "I watch the hour." To astrologers today, a horoscope is a chart that maps the planetary bodies in the sky. From this chart, we derive meaning that can influence how we work with energy. Regardless of our unique individual charts, we are ALL working with the same energy from above. Each week, I examine this energy, pull a tarot card and write a guided meditation with the collective in mind. My tarotscopes are meant to be read as inspiration. Please note that because we are all operating with our individual energy, some elements will resonate more than others. Take what you like and leave the rest. Tarotscopes are offered freely in an effort to cultivate collective healing. I am always grateful for your support in sharing this work with anyone you think it might help. If you are inspired or find support here, please consider making a donation to help sustain these weekly offerings.