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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?  |
| May 8, 2020 Believe VIII Today is the day after the full flower moon in Scorpio. My sun and moon are both in Scorpio and I am feeling the tidal pull toward water. Because of the virus I am still afraid to go to the beach. This evening I will sit by our pond as small consolation. I am singing silently to the trees, oak, cypress and palm, whispering the Tiwa sound for tree, Pee Wheh Neh. Trees are the lungs of Mother Earth. As we are destroying the trees, this virus destroys our bronchial tree. It is not metaphor. A gathering of mermaids is called a gossip of mermaids. There is only one old, veiled mermaid in my pond. Sybylla comes to the surface of the water and I can hear her singing, "the earth, the air, the fire, the water, return, return, return, return...." I ask if there are others like her, alone in retention ponds across the concrete condominiums of Florida. "There are many", she replies," fleeing from toxic algea, plastic, and pollution. My sister friend Arabella, a beautiful black mermaid lives in the pond in the community next to yours." I am happy knowing that and hope that Arabella has found connection. Not a gossip of mermaids perhaps, but surely a circle of beings. Sybylla swims back to the pond's bottom. Everyone speaks about the longing to return to normal. The normal is resilient. Even now it is plotting it's return. The Herbcrafter's Tarot---Madre of Earth---Creosote Bush---Build circles of women.  |
| Nurse's Day 2020 I am a nurse with no wish to be a hero. I will retire this spring away from this throb of virus and mobs with guns. I will wear my mask and dream of fields of children and no mean streets. I will help to sing the dying to their sleep somewhere in more expansive light as they unravel all the tangled knots. Pholarchos Tarot--13--Death--What you know turns inside out |
| To Mask, or not to Mask? This mask of mine, a mitzvah, to Jesus, Buddha, Allah. To a God without a name, Are we not all one, all same? Form: Tanaga--a quatrain of 7 syllables in each line, it asks a question seeking an answer. Author's Note: In Judaism a mitzvah is a commandment, more than a good deed. The HerbCrafter's Tarot:--2--The High Priestess--Awaken ancient memory.  |
| Beltane 2020--Believe VII There are blessings enough this May Day morning. I wash my face in rose-petal dew hoping to keep my three score and eight face smooth. I hang a May Day basket on my neighbor's door. My panic about this virus lifts a little. Shadow and resistance play side by side. I don't know why all the workers aren't striking today in solidarity demanding health care, fair wages, safe working environments. Sad that this is still a continuing fight. But the workers at Amazon, Target and Instacart are striking. I will not cross their virtual picket lines. I come to the pond and hope that Sybylla, the veiled mermaid that lives here will come this morning. She perhaps may be an oracle of hope this day of Beltane. Beltane, for those that follow this old Pagan path ushers in the second half of the Wheel of the Year. It promises sunshine, growth, fecundity. The pond frogs this morning are loud and whirring like waldteufels, but I hear a faint subterranean murmur and Sybylla surfaces. She has come to this man-made retention pond in our community she has told me to escape the toxic algea in our rivers and Gulf. Though I am in quarantine because I have had a Covid exposure I do not mask and keep a safe distance. Sybylla is veiled as she usually is. I scatter rose petals in the water as an offering to her, to all the goddesses ancient, and modern. Mother Mary, Ishtar, Gaia. Sybylla"s voice moves across the face of the waters, "You are the Holy Ones," she says. I put my palms together in a greetting of Namaste. I turn to go. I have soup to make. The Cook's Tarot--Page of Wands--Time to stir something up.  |
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