SIX OF PENTACLES
This Sunday salutes us with a Full Moon in Scorpio, sending us all into this week with an energy that demands our radical and penetrating release.
FOUR OF SWORDS
The Four of Swords represents the structure we need to hold our minds accountable to the mess it might make.
FOUR OF PENTACLES
If a message is coming up a second time, it hasn’t taken the time it needs to work through us. Give yourselves time, personally, collectively, uniquely.
FOUR OF PENTACLES
Where did I get it wrong? The phrase wrang through my head like a bad pop song on repeat. There comes a point when, if everything you’re doing is wrong, then there must be something wrong with the narrative you’re nurturing.
SEVEN OF SWORDS
Mercury Retrograde is the manager of missiles sent from the past moaning loudly through the present until
MOTHER OF PENTACLES
This week is work. Work that doesn’t work out and wants to be done.
THREE OF CUPS
Yesterday a dear friend and I continued a revolving conversation about self-care with intention.
DAUGHTER OF PENTACLES
There is a girl who sees the desert like the ocean.
NINE OF PENTACLES
What happens when we watch the pot as it boils?
NINE OF CUPS
I hook thumbs into pockets of my canvas coat as if pressure in the furry lining might...
NINE OF PENTACLES
This week starts slow and low, kindled by a stirring surprise between...
SEVEN OF PENTACLES
Early this morning, the Sun requested remedial strategies and a strong cup of compassion from Chiron...
FOUR OF WANDS
This week has all the charm of a game of dirty Jenga. True to New Year style...
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.
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.
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.