V OF CUPS
Grief floods us after we’ve been emptied out. Fills us up when there’s nothing left to give.

IX OF PENTACLES
Sometimes the hunger is for something that cannot be eaten until it is grown. Toiled over. Sown and watered.

V OF SWORDS
Virgo season promotes the practicality of pruning. Stimulates the strategy to simplify. Makes us minimize.

SON OF SWORDS
The Son of Swords is quite the camper. Quick to find the trail and just as happy to lose it.

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.

IX | THE HERMIT
The hermit gets a bad wrap - painted as the frail old man who runs away from the big scary and hides out till it’s all over. Let’s shift the perspective. For hundreds of years, women were the hermits - witches (root: wit)...