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.
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.
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.
V OF WANDS
When the energy of fighting ourselves becomes strong, we have to be diligent with our dreams but willing to open and expand the doctrines that design the paths to our objectives.
DAUGHTER OF SWORDS + XVIII THE MOON
The Daughter of Swords offers an ability to hear with heart and soul. She pours the simplest syrup into her divination, attaching no meaning to her visions because there’s so much to see when she’s not meddling with her mind.