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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? ![]() |
| Blood and Lace Grandmother, when you moved in you hung your delicate crochet curtains at all the second-floor windows. Light filtered in from the street lamps turning on at dusk. The Japanese have a word, komorebi for the interplay of light and leaves. I have not found a word for your curtain dance. You taught me to make and eat czernina. I never mastered crochet. You never bought us presents. But I can thank you for your gifts. Like you, I am both blood and lace. Author's Note: Czernina is Polish duck-blood soup. Tarot of the Crone--XIII--Death--Something has to change. That something is you. |