0 THE FOOL
The Fool is embodied change. Movement in motion. Mutable. Magical. A miscellaneous mess of metamorphosis.

IX OF SWORDS
When change hits all at once, we often have a tendency to freak ourselves into more of a frenzy. To over-analyze the upside-down and inside out rather than enjoying fresh perspective.

DAUGHTER OF WANDS
The Daughter of Wands inspires us to ally ourselves with any emptiness. For when there is ample space, we have have room to evolve.

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

XVII THE STAR
This week, the Star assigns itself to our service. Honors our reality by holding us far away from it…

X OF WANDS
When exhaustion gives way to desperation and desperation gives way to hope. Buried in the rubble of explosions yet to come…

MOTHER OF CUPS
This week, the Mother of Cups ushers us into Venus retrograde with a nod to our natural instincts.

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

TWO OF CUPS
On Monday morning, Venus entered Capricorn, sobering expectations with...

0 | THE FOOL
This week, we slip through the balsamic moon, letting go of lessons that taught us to be timid.

SON OF SWORDS
Your heart is a muscle that is dying to live. Muscles require work.

THREE OF PENTACLES
What does it take to stand tall? To pull the straps of your pack tight enough for you to support the weight of the work that lifts you to breathtaking views? As winds whistle over forearms and clouds cake our foreheads, the Three of Pentacles teaches us how to stay forthright while putting our finest feet forward...

MOTHER OF PENTACLES
What makes a home a home? Is it the soft brush of a shaggy rug under the balls of your feet? The skin that cracks between your fingers after washing too many dishes? The satisfaction of pulling that last speck of dust from that tiny corner crevice? Is it the eyes that light up when you walk in the door...

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...

0 | THE FOOL
“But how do you do it?!” I persisted. Your smile crept towards your dimples. “Don’t think, just do,” you said. We were seven years old, legs dangling over the dock, water droplets glistening on our skin. The mountains rose, majestic over the lake as you coached me in how to pee while jumping off the rope swing...