SEVEN OF SWORDS
Mercury Retrograde is the manager of missiles sent from the past moaning loudly through the present until

XII | THE HANGED MAN
I wish I could say my trip has been like a seamlessly stitched napkin...

ACE OF PENTACLES
I’ve been tucked into the corner of my bed for hours with a wily wishful potential, feeling simply stumped by a pattern ages old that never fails to wrap me around its tiny finger before pulling tight. Thankfully, the Ace of Pentacles is an invitation to exit the door of daydreams...

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...

TEN OF WANDS
Dusk had long since said goodbye, smearing a slice of peach across the mountains on the western horizon. “Just one mooooore,” you pleaded as the embers dimmed. Soft light glowed on the hairs of our shins, flickering in the summer breeze. Goosebumps popped up on my bare shoulders and I almost conceded. None of us wanted it end...