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

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

IV THE EMPEROR
The California redwood tree stands tall, hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old. It has seen and braved the tests of time.

XXI THE WORLD
Last week we felt the winds of fortune, the changing wheels of time, ushering in the season of eclipses.

X WHEEL OF FORTUNE
Do you think a feather considers how long it spends floating in the wind? Is it concerned with getting where it’s going?

III THE HIGH PRIESTESS
If you don’t slow down how can you see the silk the spider spins? If you don’t sit still long enough, how can you mirror the morning glory who opens itself slowly like the rare, soft but strong sound singing from a single trumpet?

V | THE HIEROPHANT
This week, The Hierophant follows the Emperor, taking the structures we put forth to test the waters with possibly transcendent teachers.

IV | THE EMPEROR
In true Gemini season fashion, the astrology this week is guided by two stories being stitched through our sky.

XI :: STRENGTH
This week offers us some sensuous helpful aspects, plentiful moments to choose (it is Gemini season after all!) and a couple of harsh separations.

XIV :: TEMPERANCE
On Tuesday, Uranus - a god who represents liberation and flight to outer space heights - enters Taurus, the sign of our most stable and enduring earth.

DAUGHTER OF SWORDS + XVIII THE MOON
The Daughter of Swords offers an ability to hear with heart and soul. She pours the simplest syrup into her divination, attaching no meaning to her visions because there’s so much to see when she’s not meddling with her mind.

VI | THE LOVERS
Aries season offers us a time to practice diving in head first, exploring without a pack, creating without abandon.

XX | JUDGEMENT
Every time we move energy we have a choice.

XII | THE HANGED MAN
I wish I could say my trip has been like a seamlessly stitched napkin...

IX | THE HERMIT
Sometimes things are just too charming. Too much. So much that it feels like not enough.

XII | THE HANGED MAN
It’s about to get physical. On Tuesday evening at 11:48PM EST, Saturn dips his toe deep into...

FOUR OF CUPS + XVII | THE STAR
Late this morning I sank into my own sheets after seven days of holiday bed-hopping.

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

XIII | DEATH
The universe conspires to keep us on our windy, wily way to all it wishes for us. Often, life feels like a pattern of wild goose chases, flocking to the death of my latest dernier cri. This morning, while sobbing to a dear friend about diversions in my effort to be diligent, she reminded me of lessons leveled and learned in each feral chase...

XXI | THE WORLD
Twenty-one: Seven, the number of will, times Three, the number of the Great Mother. A marriage of passive and active; indivisible justice and freedom for all who are willing to engage the synthesis of darkness and light. The World is a nod to the the Wheel of Life and, of course, the Fool. Its appearance sends us free-falling into this week...