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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?  |
| Ronka 1 Poetry is just a game of course, easier to spin a roulette of words a happy collision of form and meter, you are the croupier, and the gambler. But in this house, everyone's a winner. |
| Holy Night My childhood church is shuttered, has shattered windows and empty pews. I still can smell the incense and hear the bells, memories of this thin place a step or two between heaven and earth. It is still, a holy night. Tarot of the Crone--Four of Wands--Command--Exchange serendipity for power that can be controlled by your own, strong hand. |
| 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. |
| Emily D. Envelope poems catch light,wind graffito transformed to transpicious soul. Tarot of the Crone--Eight of Wands--The world is waiting for what you have to offer. |
| Hawk Red-shouldered hawk rests in Grandmother Oak among wild sunflower fields shining in rutilant light. Tarot of the Crone: Beast of Wands--Cat---Go for what you want with simple, natural, strength. |
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And I absolutely love getting a glimpse into how people's minds & inspiration work - who'd've thought you'd end up with a lovely piece about a bird from a picture of a restaurant 
This is the type of free verse that in my opinion suits Shadows & Light.