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…
0 THE FOOL
The Fool is embodied change. Movement in motion. Mutable. Magical. A miscellaneous mess of metamorphosis.
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.
XVII THE STAR
This week, the Star assigns itself to our service. Honors our reality by holding us far away from it…
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.
V OF PENTACLES
Last week, we shed every last shell that could no longer contain us. We found new homes, nestling dreams in the sheen of broken abalone, proud of the possibilities brought on by blank space.
IV OF WANDS
The Four of Wands is simultaneously an opening and a closing. Drawing the curtains in order to close a window so we can stare at the scene without the wind chilling our bones.
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.
II OF WANDS
Direction is not always clear. Deep in the dance of eclipse season, the light on our paths finds a shadow to hide in.
IV THE EMPEROR
The California redwood tree stands tall, hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old. It has seen and braved the tests of time.