III OF PENTACLES
The mundane world is a goldmine for the happenings of magic. The medicine of making. The sauce of synchronicity.

XX JUDGEMENT
In the act of forgiving, we perceive ourselves offering a key to another. And it is in this motion that we unlock our own shackles. 

0 THE FOOL
The answer is in you. In the cycle. In the hole in your heart that is full of possibility.

XIII DEATH
Dear old death, familiar friend. Kind confidant. Core aspect of the cycle of our psyche.

DAUGHTER OF SWORDS
Miracles present themselves to those whose minds are best prepared to experience them.

III THE EMPRESS
The Empress is a symbol of fertility. A sign of pending sweetness, like low fruit, ripe for picking.

VIII OF WANDS
Surprise often sends us into a second-guessing until we’ve made a spectacle of ourselves. Spontaneity is idealized, rarely poorly executed, but uncomfortable because it’s unfamiliar in a society that likes to plan outcomes.

XVIII THE MOON
Once in a blue moon, we pull cards double. They arrive like lightning and refuse to leave until we’ve worked their magic.

XVIII THE MOON
The Moon brings out our wildest. Our wiliest. Our most unrestrained spirit. The Moon asks us to emphasize the primacy of our primal nature.

FATHER OF SWORDS
The Father of Swords leads with confidence. Confides with charisma. Considers with…

V OF SWORDS
Virgo season promotes the practicality of pruning. Stimulates the strategy to simplify. Makes us minimize.

SON OF SWORDS
The Son of Swords is quite the camper. Quick to find the trail and just as happy to lose it.

ACE OF PENTACLES
The Ace is the thread prepped on the loom and promised for weaving. It is the eyes we make and what we mean by them.

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.

NINE OF CUPS
I hook thumbs into pockets of my canvas coat as if pressure in the furry lining might...

SEVEN OF PENTACLES
Early this morning, the Sun requested remedial strategies and a strong cup of compassion from Chiron...

XIII | DEATH
The universe conspires to keep us on our windy, wily way to all it wishes for us. Often, life feels like a pattern of wild goose chases, flocking to the death of my latest dernier cri. This morning, while sobbing to a dear friend about diversions in my effort to be diligent, she reminded me of lessons leveled and learned in each feral chase...