XIX | THE SUN
We trudged up the hill, breathing heavy in that way that didn’t let on how out of shape we felt, though we’d already admitted to not working out enough. The scent of grass grown too long pierced my lungs and I smiled but I couldn’t say why...

0 | THE FOOL
The Fool, when you tap into their energy, is full of wonder. Like leaving a closing coffee shop, releasing a giant “UGH” before stepping into a summer rainstorm, and taking ten seconds to transform disgust to delight as you relax tensed muscles into the decadence of droplets landing in a laughing mouth...

SEVEN OF SWORDS + 0 THE FOOL + ACE OF PENTACLES
Recent circumstances have left a sense of stalemate. Of almost, but not quite. Of getting everywhere but going nowhere. Of doing and understanding but not embodying. A stalemate always incites me to get out the big guns and start a search party for something better...

XIII | DEATH & DAUGHTER OF CUPS
A new moon in Gemini this Thursday ushers in two unlikely companions taking time for a tense talk. As Pluto and Venus square off, two cards emerge in extraordinary harmony, offering alternate frames of reference for a very variable state...

I | THE MAGICIAN
There’s a funny paradox about fear. It’s real but not. A construct of our minds, a feeling designed to keep us safe, a protective tool that says things like “stop”, “careful now”, “hide”, “danger”, and “run very far away as fast as you can”. Fear is developed after we learn about pain but before...

IX | THE HERMIT
The process of becoming bears fruitful rewards. Rewards that require effort. When we think about effort we often anticipate arduous action. Lugging a suitcase up the subway stairs. Scrubbing elbow grease into an unruly pan. Heavy concentration on an essay, a set of data, or a conversation that hasn’t even happened...

IX | THE HERMIT
Six months ago, on the week of the full moon in Pisces, I pulled The Hermit for the first ever Selfish Tarotscope. As we approach the full moon in Virgo this Sunday, 178° from that first Tarotscope, she reappears, wraps up a story, asks us to gather strength to sit with her. The Hermit. Witch. Hag. Seer. Crone. The Wild Woman. The Wise Woman...

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...

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...

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)...