V OF CUPS
Grief floods us after we’ve been emptied out. Fills us up when there’s nothing left to give.

SON OF CUPS
Pisces absorbs as much as it floods. Aims to fill us up as it empties itself. Blurs lines, bends boundaries, blends in so it can stand up in the name of the spirit that connects us all.

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?

DAUGHTER OF CUPS
Neptune's waters seep into us until we come undone, like soggy sides of cardboard boxes, bending gender, calling us to come out of cartons, closets and categories.

THREE OF CUPS
Yesterday a dear friend and I continued a revolving conversation about self-care with intention.

NINE OF CUPS
I hook thumbs into pockets of my canvas coat as if pressure in the furry lining might...

TWO OF CUPS
On Monday morning, Venus entered Capricorn, sobering expectations with...

DAUGHTER OF CUPS
The daughters are emblems of embodied presence for their element.

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

TEN OF CUPS
My spine sank into the front of the couch, sits bones sticking the floor as I stared at the cards in front of me.

SEVEN OF CUPS
Inevitably, when we put energy towards the work that embodies the purest expression of ourselves, the world opens doors in grand acts of chivalry. Chance demands we consider the consequences before we cross the threshold - or, if it seems prudent, slam it shut.

FOUR OF CUPS
What is it worth to you? What are you worth? How about your sanity? Your serenity? How much are you engaging too much in a thing that severs the connection between your emotional and physical bodies? Where are you rubbing up against riddles that...

SON OF SWORDS + SIX OF CUPS
We all have a responsibility to our healing. To sharpen our knives so we can slice open our fears and get clear with our keepsakes. We hold tight to wounds, wearing them around necks like warning whistles. Sometimes, that state of emergency no longer suits our style...

SIX OF CUPS
This beginning of this week is unflinching. As if you had no reaction to an old lover sneaking her arm around your waist at a concert. A scene that normally shocks, causes you to pull stunts but those crawling fingers on your ripped army tee feel familiar so you just stand there like a double in the final take...

FATHER OF CUPS & MOTHER OF CUPS
My feet sighed into the sand as I gulped salty ocean air. Intentionally hyperventilating had an effect like rubbing a cool salve on a festered wound. I trudged quickly, trying to keep pace with friends who walked the flat plane of concrete next to Riis beach...

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...

TWO OF CUPS
Love hurts. It gets hot when bothered, goosebumps in the cold chill of fear, stings under precise pressure and shatters when dropped. Love deserts and abandons and betrays. But love also teaches, inspires, heals. Love can be patient, though sometimes it waits too long...

THREE OF CUPS
We have a tendency to look at retrogrades as a bad thing. Really, they are the epitome of a second chance – revising and redoing, offering perspective in the interest of progress. They are a moment to unleash love, hash out hurts, affirm actions, and swirl spinning thoughts into inquiries...