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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?
|Our Lady of Guadalupe
should be a tome
weighty, heavy, ponderous.
But all he had
in his tilma.
Loteria--the Rose--May your life be filled with grace.
Joe Biden is Catholic and prays the rosary. Years ago he visited the shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe. Roses were the sign that a peasant brought to his Bishop to prove his visions were real. Our Lady of Guadalupe is the patroness of the Americas. For Inauguration Day may she surely shower roses upon our new President.
It is a sunny, cold (for Florida) Sunday morning. I have come, bundled against the cold, to the retention pond. It is early and there is a gaggle of birds about. There is a flotilla of Muscovy ducks, two moor hens, an anhinga, a solitary egret, and a random squirrel. I work in an adult dementia day stay. I am 69 years old and a few of the members are close in age to me. We boomers are aging and the vicissitudes of age are catching up with us. I feel we are all comrades in arms against the dying of our light.
I have brought dried, organic seaweed as a peace offering to my mermaid Sybylla as I have not come to visit for months.
I sense her ripple in the pond, place the wakeme at the edge. She senses my melancholy and sadness. She accepts the seaweed and in her chilling raspy voice, she sounds an answer to my unasked question of how to live in a world with such unutterable sadness.
"Look for beauty," she rasps, "always."
I turn to leave and vow to follow her command.
Oracle of the Essences--Cilantro--Discard what doesn't serve you.