TEN OF SWORDS
We sat close, sinking into your mattress, pouring over the spread. Plants and frames adorned your wall around a large circular mirror. If I glanced up I could see see us in the dimming light of a summer sunset soaring through your window. It was the first reading you ever gave me...
THREE OF SWORDS
I lay like a five pointed star on the black hardwood floor, trying to think myself out of feeling or into crying. I was dying for catharsis and considering how much I wanted to die. It is terrifying to be an intelligent person and feel as if your mind has been robbed from you...
FOUR OF SWORDS
In moments of upheaval and confusion, shock and fury, it is natural to want to react. To do something. To fight and to fix. To cause a ruckus and a storm. To enlist in war when deep in our guts, we hunger for peace...
FIVE OF SWORDS
I sat on my heels, knees spread, shoving slate grey socks into a crevice in my overpacked bag. You were gabbing away, Indian-style legs sinking deep into my mattress, words lost in the stream of sage smoke floating above...
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...
SON OF SWORDS + III | THE EMPRESS
The Son of Swords is a seeker. Sharp eyes, sharp dives and you can be sure he’ll come up with the snitch and he’s ready to share it. This week is all about connection and contribution. We are in full Libra swing and...
