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

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

SON OF WANDS
Mercury retrograde reinforces our right to reason. To recognize there are multiple ways to be right.

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.

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

SON OF SWORDS
Your heart is a muscle that is dying to live. Muscles require work.

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...

ACE OF PENTACLES
I’ve been tucked into the corner of my bed for hours with a wily wishful potential, feeling simply stumped by a pattern ages old that never fails to wrap me around its tiny finger before pulling tight. Thankfully, the Ace of Pentacles is an invitation to exit the door of daydreams...

SEVEN OF WANDS
This morning, Jupiter entered Scorpio, sending us on a deep dive into change until November 2018. Jupiter is known for expanding everything he touches. The growth we get from the giant comes in many forms of wealth, though the King has penchant for wit and wisdom...

THREE OF PENTACLES
What does it take to stand tall? To pull the straps of your pack tight enough for you to support the weight of the work that lifts you to breathtaking views? As winds whistle over forearms and clouds cake our foreheads, the Three of Pentacles teaches us how to stay forthright while putting our finest feet forward...

FIVE OF WANDS
Lately it’s felt as if every time I turn around I find myself pressed firmly against another wall. I muster strength, hurdle forward and try to bust through but the universe butts back. After a series of hard no’s and a beautiful tarot spread I am finally beginning to accept the task of sitting still with tension, holding her hand, asking how she’s doing...

EIGHT OF WANDS
We might put every piece in place to get us from point A to point better than this bullshit. We allow ourselves to be vulnerable, admit when we’re wrong, show up for each other with utmost openness. We unite our mixed magic, each of us bringing talents to the table for an incredible feast...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...