V OF WANDS
This week might be full of explosions. Eruptions of consciousness.

V OF CUPS
Grief floods us after we’ve been emptied out. Fills us up when there’s nothing left to give.

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.

V OF WANDS
When the energy of fighting ourselves becomes strong, we have to be diligent with our dreams but willing to open and expand the doctrines that design the paths to our objectives.

V | THE HIEROPHANT
This week, The Hierophant follows the Emperor, taking the structures we put forth to test the waters with possibly transcendent teachers.

FIVE OF WANDS
Lately it’s felt as if every time I turn around I find myself pressed firmly against another wall. I muster strength, hurdle forward and try to bust through but the universe butts back. After a series of hard no’s and a beautiful tarot spread I am finally beginning to accept the task of sitting still with tension, holding her hand, asking how she’s doing...

FIVE OF SWORDS
I sat on my heels, knees spread, shoving slate grey socks into a crevice in my overpacked bag. You were gabbing away, Indian-style legs sinking deep into my mattress, words lost in the stream of sage smoke floating above...