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.
II OF WANDS
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?
DAUGHTER OF CUPS
Neptune's waters seep into us until we come undone, like soggy sides of cardboard boxes, bending gender, calling us to come out of cartons, closets and categories.
XIX | THE SUN
We trudged up the hill, breathing heavy in that way that didn’t let on how out of shape we felt, though we’d already admitted to not working out enough. The scent of grass grown too long pierced my lungs and I smiled but I couldn’t say why...
SIX OF CUPS
This beginning of this week is unflinching. As if you had no reaction to an old lover sneaking her arm around your waist at a concert. A scene that normally shocks, causes you to pull stunts but those crawling fingers on your ripped army tee feel familiar so you just stand there like a double in the final take...
0 | THE FOOL
The Fool, when you tap into their energy, is full of wonder. Like leaving a closing coffee shop, releasing a giant “UGH” before stepping into a summer rainstorm, and taking ten seconds to transform disgust to delight as you relax tensed muscles into the decadence of droplets landing in a laughing mouth...
FATHER OF CUPS & MOTHER OF CUPS
My feet sighed into the sand as I gulped salty ocean air. Intentionally hyperventilating had an effect like rubbing a cool salve on a festered wound. I trudged quickly, trying to keep pace with friends who walked the flat plane of concrete next to Riis beach...