SON OF PENTACLES
Grief, in our culture, is unbecoming. Is practiced behind closed doors. In rooms with thick and sturdy walls so no more hurt can creep through in our moment of undoing.
SON OF PENTACLES
II THE HIGH PRIESTESS
The High Priestess is the guardian of the veil. Watcher of the waters of the deep unconscious. Gatekeeper to the knowing you perhaps don’t know that you have.
VII THE CHARIOT
When we recognize ourselves as a part of the family unit, we discover our agency. The Chariot in the Tarot is often given the attribution of the zodiacal sign Cancer.
VIII OF WANDS
The Eight of Wands is like waking up before dawn, tearing through a door to an open field and making a bee-line for the eastern horizon.
III OF PENTACLES
The mundane world is a goldmine for the happenings of magic. The medicine of making. The sauce of synchronicity.
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.
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.
IV THE EMPEROR
The California redwood tree stands tall, hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old. It has seen and braved the tests of time.