VII OF SWORDS
This week requires us to look at ways we’re imprisoning ourselves. Mars’ conjunction to Uranus on Tuesday heightens our sensation of the walls we want to break through

V OF CUPS
There is a relief that accompanies releasing our grief around anything that isn’t working. A purifying that happens when the rains come in.

VIII OF WANDS
Surprise often sends us into a second-guessing until we’ve made a spectacle of ourselves. Spontaneity is idealized, rarely poorly executed, but uncomfortable because it’s unfamiliar in a society that likes to plan outcomes.

FATHER OF SWORDS
The Father of Swords leads with confidence. Confides with charisma. Considers with…

IX OF SWORDS
The first part of any major shift is sometimes the most painful. The period of awakening. Of seeing what doesn’t fit.

DAUGHTER OF SWORDS
There is peace in silence. Calm in curiosity. Pride in whatever can be perceived in a moment. An opening in the offering of what is in front of you. 

II OF WANDS
The end of this week contains a heavy dose of unpredictability, that slides easily (and perhaps sweetly) down your throat if you can get excited about the medicine of truth that awaits.

SON OF CUPS
This week has a little bit of foot in mouth syndrome. As the Sun comes to conjoin Jupiter, bringing energy to kick off his year-long cycle…

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…

IX OF SWORDS
When change hits all at once, we often have a tendency to freak ourselves into more of a frenzy. To over-analyze the upside-down and inside out rather than enjoying fresh perspective.

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.

X OF WANDS
When exhaustion gives way to desperation and desperation gives way to hope. Buried in the rubble of explosions yet to come…

MOTHER OF CUPS
This week, the Mother of Cups ushers us into Venus retrograde with a nod to our natural instincts.

IX OF SWORDS
Why do we so often rush to run away from anything ugly?

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.