DAUGHTER OF WANDS
Sitting deep in the thick of change can be disorienting. Isn’t always comfortable. Often has us questioning how we got into a wild situation and how on earth we’ll get ourselves out.

VI OF WANDS
Creating is a delicate act but it doesn’t have to be serious. Doesn’t require a hundred pound heaviness.

VII OF WANDS
Luck comes rushing in when we’re willing to open the door. It is the match we light for ourselves, knowing we have all the tools to build a fire…

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.

IV OF WANDS
The Four of Wands is simultaneously an opening and a closing. Drawing the curtains in order to close a window so we can stare at the scene without the wind chilling our bones.

V OF WANDS
When the energy of fighting ourselves becomes strong, we have to be diligent with our dreams but willing to open and expand the doctrines that design the paths to our objectives.

FOUR OF WANDS
This week has all the charm of a game of dirty Jenga. True to New Year style...

SON OF WANDS
Mercury retrograde reinforces our right to reason. To recognize there are multiple ways to be right.

SEVEN OF WANDS
This morning, Jupiter entered Scorpio, sending us on a deep dive into change until November 2018. Jupiter is known for expanding everything he touches. The growth we get from the giant comes in many forms of wealth, though the King has penchant for wit and wisdom...

FIVE OF WANDS
Lately it’s felt as if every time I turn around I find myself pressed firmly against another wall. I muster strength, hurdle forward and try to bust through but the universe butts back. After a series of hard no’s and a beautiful tarot spread I am finally beginning to accept the task of sitting still with tension, holding her hand, asking how she’s doing...

EIGHT OF WANDS
We might put every piece in place to get us from point A to point better than this bullshit. We allow ourselves to be vulnerable, admit when we’re wrong, show up for each other with utmost openness. We unite our mixed magic, each of us bringing talents to the table for an incredible feast...

SEVEN OF SWORDS & FATHER OF WANDS
Yesterday Mars entered Cancer, its least favorite sign. Mars thrives on fighting, on stirring up, sticking out, burning bridges and causing commotions. More than war, Mars simply wants action. But Cancer will cut and run at any sign of conflict...

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...

ACE OF WANDS
We stood at the top of the hill at high noon. The sun beat down, casting shadows under brows, noses and necks. I glanced sideways at the angle of your jaw bone thrust forward with confidence. Hands on hips, chest swollen with energy, somewhere between potential and kinetic...

MOTHER OF WANDS
I stood in a sea of francophones at Webster Hall, gazing at lights dancing among admiring eyes. Héloise Letissier of Christine and the Queens paced across the stage, jokingly sharing apprehension about being weird and unsure amongst her musical heroines at an awards dinner. I sensed her jokes were maybe half true...

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...

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...

ACE OF WANDS
Pace yourself. The universe is handing you a match, lighting up your conscience. Pace yourself. So you don’t get burnt. Anger is an asset. Fire can be fruitful. But it’s not the only key to winning...

MOTHER OF WANDS
There is a girl who gives permission. She practices radical self love, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. She dances everyday, collaborates with tenderness, panache, and indecision. She knits vulnerability onto her sleeve and...