IX OF CUPS
The Nine of Cups is a prayer felt and acted. Fully embodied. The point where faith, belief and reality converge…
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.
IX OF CUPS
The difference between desire and love is expectation. To desire is to want for something. Desire implies lack.
ACE OF CUPS
The Ace of Cups is a well. A finite container which holds an infinite source.
IV OF CUPS
This week, the skies are relatively calm, giving us plenty of time to wade through Mercury’s recent station direct as it approaches and passes Neptune one last time.
SON OF CUPS
This week has a little bit of foot in mouth syndrome. As the Sun comes to conjoin Jupiter, bringing energy to kick off his year-long cycle…
V OF CUPS
Grief floods us after we’ve been emptied out. Fills us up when there’s nothing left to give.
THREE OF CUPS
Yesterday a dear friend and I continued a revolving conversation about self-care with intention.
NINE OF CUPS
I hook thumbs into pockets of my canvas coat as if pressure in the furry lining might...
TWO OF CUPS
On Monday morning, Venus entered Capricorn, sobering expectations with...
DAUGHTER OF CUPS
The daughters are emblems of embodied presence for their element.
FOUR OF CUPS + XVII | THE STAR
Late this morning I sank into my own sheets after seven days of holiday bed-hopping.
TEN OF CUPS
My spine sank into the front of the couch, sits bones sticking the floor as I stared at the cards in front of me.
SEVEN OF CUPS
Inevitably, when we put energy towards the work that embodies the purest expression of ourselves, the world opens doors in grand acts of chivalry. Chance demands we consider the consequences before we cross the threshold - or, if it seems prudent, slam it shut.
FOUR OF CUPS
What is it worth to you? What are you worth? How about your sanity? Your serenity? How much are you engaging too much in a thing that severs the connection between your emotional and physical bodies? Where are you rubbing up against riddles that...
SON OF SWORDS + SIX OF CUPS
We all have a responsibility to our healing. To sharpen our knives so we can slice open our fears and get clear with our keepsakes. We hold tight to wounds, wearing them around necks like warning whistles. Sometimes, that state of emergency no longer suits our style...
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...
XIII | DEATH & DAUGHTER OF CUPS
A new moon in Gemini this Thursday ushers in two unlikely companions taking time for a tense talk. As Pluto and Venus square off, two cards emerge in extraordinary harmony, offering alternate frames of reference for a very variable state...
TWO OF CUPS
Love hurts. It gets hot when bothered, goosebumps in the cold chill of fear, stings under precise pressure and shatters when dropped. Love deserts and abandons and betrays. But love also teaches, inspires, heals. Love can be patient, though sometimes it waits too long...