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.

MOTHER OF PENTACLES
This week is work. Work that doesn’t work out and wants to be done. 

DAUGHTER OF PENTACLES
There is a girl who sees the desert like the ocean.

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

SIX OF WANDS
Eclipses reveal how we rebel. Against ourselves, against life on life’s terms. They also teach us to revel in the certainty of the unknown. They inspire us to take risks and drive us to dive. They inject us with emotion and incite us to act. The eclipse yesterday was the second of two this season...

FOUR OF SWORDS & THREE OF PENTACLES
All my life I wanted to fit in. I wanted a bff, a bf, then a gf, and a crowd of pals. I wanted you to like me and I thought I had to be like you. I became a master manipulator and sometimes I did fit in – miserably. There is a difference between fitting in and belonging...

SIX OF WANDS
We floated out over the water, coy dogs howling through the woods, crickets crooning, creating a symphony with the warble of your paddle dipping softly into the summer night. We were solemn, staring out at the waning moon, reflecting gazes off the water’s surface, exchanging gestures...