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...

FIVE OF SWORDS
It’s Scorpio season witches. "Down, down, down we go. Where it stops, the River Styx glows. Fill up your cups and begin to regrow." The Five of swords bears conflict – tension that terminates, ties sliced and...

DAUGHTER OF WANDS
The Daughter of Wands is the freshest form of fire. It is the candle flickering in the morning light. The embers floating in the air cast by the stream of your breath into your sage smudgestick as you clear away the energy...