VI OF CUPS
The circle of life is a wild array of spinning spheres. Atoms vibrating up against each other. Planets orbiting stars. Seasons marking long moments and the Sun’s rise and setting sealing shorter ones. Everywhere around us disks turn, separating and connecting us in varying degrees of separation.
SON OF CUPS
Magic is only madness if you believe it to be. Synchronicity is a matter of seeking meaning. Reality is altered by anything you realize.
DAUGHTER OF SWORDS
There is peace in silence. Calm in curiosity. Pride in whatever can be perceived in a moment. An opening in the offering of what is in front of you.
II OF WANDS
The end of this week contains a heavy dose of unpredictability, that slides easily (and perhaps sweetly) down your throat if you can get excited about the medicine of truth that awaits.
