V OF PENTACLES
Last week, we shed every last shell that could no longer contain us. We found new homes, nestling dreams in the sheen of broken abalone, proud of the possibilities brought on by blank space.
IV OF WANDS
The Four of Wands is simultaneously an opening and a closing. Drawing the curtains in order to close a window so we can stare at the scene without the wind chilling our bones.
SON OF CUPS
Pisces absorbs as much as it floods. Aims to fill us up as it empties itself. Blurs lines, bends boundaries, blends in so it can stand up in the name of the spirit that connects us all.
II OF WANDS
Direction is not always clear. Deep in the dance of eclipse season, the light on our paths finds a shadow to hide in.
IV THE EMPEROR
The California redwood tree stands tall, hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old. It has seen and braved the tests of time.
XXI THE WORLD
Last week we felt the winds of fortune, the changing wheels of time, ushering in the season of eclipses.
X WHEEL OF FORTUNE
Do you think a feather considers how long it spends floating in the wind? Is it concerned with getting where it’s going?
III THE HIGH PRIESTESS
If you don’t slow down how can you see the silk the spider spins? If you don’t sit still long enough, how can you mirror the morning glory who opens itself slowly like the rare, soft but strong sound singing from a single trumpet?