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 |   My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you?    How to Read the Tarot Begin by brewing a cup of tea, a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile, this is after all, your future. A reading at the dark of the moon is best, before the night creatures crawl and bad humours fill the air. Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif, and no reversals. Hold a question in your heart, shuffle the cards and place them on the table. Choose only two. Like the ancient Israelites, these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm, black and white, yes or no. Isn't that all you were asking?  |
| Godmother She gave me a gown and slippers, a handsome prince, eau de cologne called Fairy Floss. I am old now, my prince is dead. I wear perfume that is boozy with sharp spices. Cinder-Ella has gone to dust, now Godmother to gravitas ever after. Non-rhyming Minute poem. 12 lines Fairy-Tale: Cinderella Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Cups--Godmother--How do you teach what is good, what is bad to others? |
| Spring What alchemy is this, a bowered glade of oak and Spanish Moss, dew-clouded thoughts, springtime spirits. Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Cups--Godmother--Recall goodness,wholeness and caring in yourself and in your world. |
| Dementia Lost in a spiral she wanders counterclockwise no way to go home Tarot of the Crone--VI--CrossRoads--You don't always get to choose the ways your life will turn. |
| Bathetic I revel in the magick of small things and tiny, daily kindness. Is this bathetic? Bring it. Tarot of the Crone--Ace of Swords--Thought--Let the world not be diminished by the lack of your voice. |
| Scrying Outside my morning window a mourning dove is calling. I check the bathroom mirror and find the same crow's feet and age spots beneath my myopic blue-grey eyes. I have no idea how I got here. The Japanese believe you wear the face of one you loved in the past. My soul pod must be small. No ancient kings or queens, just Slavic peasant cheekbones. I didn't realize I had a blind spot, till they (and life) blindsided me. Tarot of the Crone--XVII--Star--Open your heart, wide as the night sky. |
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