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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you?
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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?

the golden mean

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August 17, 2020 at 11:09am
August 17, 2020 at 11:09am
Mary, Mother of All

I was an unwed mother, refugee, brown skinned Jew.
The ancient Church Fathers crowned me Queen of Heaven.

Form: tapa

Tarot of the Crone--Two of Cups--Desire--I hear Her voice in my blood.
August 13, 2020 at 11:34am
August 13, 2020 at 11:34am

My wings are made of rainbows.
I soar above
dun colored mud fields
of virus, of politics
avoiding conflict's sting.
I delight
in wind, rain, stars, and clouds.
I leave, in my wake
colorful contrails.

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Children Tarot--XIX--Happiness--A far off and beautiful land.
August 11, 2020 at 10:20am
August 11, 2020 at 10:20am

My lodestar
is small
acts of kindness
navigating a path
of scattered poems
brought by wind storms.

24 syllables

Pholarchos Tarot--4 of Wings--Be still as fragment swirl around you.
August 8, 2020 at 12:05pm
August 8, 2020 at 12:05pm

He said, "Your aura is cesious".
I whispered,
"It smells like rain
in blue grey skies
dark enough
to sin by."

24 syllables

Manara Erotic Tarot--8of Earth--Unique gift, communication, dedication
August 6, 2020 at 1:42pm
August 6, 2020 at 1:42pm

Twenty years ago
talking heads
heralded a paradigm shift.
Today, we know
it went backwards.

24 syllables

Pholarchos Tarot--Wheel of Fortune--Throw the dice, the runes, the I Ching coins. They all speak of this rising and this falling....
August 6, 2020 at 10:57am
August 6, 2020 at 10:57am

All prayers ring true in a store front church.
The pews littered with homeless absent society's glue.
The vanquished still bleed, sorrow piercing their hearts.

Form; Trivani

Unnamed Tarot--9 of Swords--Cruelty--Fear and anguish of the future.
July 28, 2020 at 2:22pm
July 28, 2020 at 2:22pm

a glossy spray
atrous paint against white wall
the obsidian arrow points up

Painting by Joan Sonnenberg: Optimism Embodies Power
July 28, 2020 at 12:57pm
July 28, 2020 at 12:57pm
Granny Scattergood

Granny Scattergood pulled on her gardening boots painted with butterflies and her 1930's vintage bib apron embroidered with butterflies and headed out to the small garden plot beside her small house. She had planted both native and non-native varieties guaranteed to attract the pollinators. The pollinators did come but there had been an additional bonus; Flower fairies! Granny had seen the fairies regularly as a child but not recently. Perhaps the disaster of Covid-19 had called them back again.

The night was heavy and humid, typical for an August night in Naples, Florida. Her garden was lit from street and door lights and the glow of August's full Green Corn moon. This month's moon was in the sign of Aquarius, the sign ruling peace, love, harmony. "May it be so," Granny muttered.

Her purpose tonight was to call the fairies of her garden plants, and to dedicate each plant to a grandchild and bestow the gifts of the plant to each child, just like the Good Fairies of Sleeping Beauty. "It's how I will bless this shattered world", she thought.

She called each fairy in turn. First the milkweed fairy for Kyler, the oldest. This fairy's wings are made of tears, the holy tears shed from happiness. For Kyler the gift of tenderness, not to be lost as he grows to maturity.

For Annabella, the bridal veil fairy, with wings made of moonlight so that all her creative dreams might come true.

Alliana's gift is from the sunflower fairy,with wings made of sunflower petals. Alliana is tall and lithe and may her face be always turned to the sun.

Jase's fairy is the tropical sage fairy whose wings are made of sage smoke. Smudging with sage clears all negativity, and for Jase may positivity be always with him.

Malachi's fairy is the passionflower fairy with wings of malachite dust. May he be gifted with unbridled passion to pursue all that he loves.

Chadrick's fairies are multiple. They are the multicolor fairies of the bougainvillea, with those neon colors that shimmer in thunderstorms. Their wings are made of laughter. Their wish is for Chaddy to carry the gift of laughter always with him.

Miss Treasure, of the red hair, her fairy is the red hibiscus fairy, with wings made of treasure maps. May she always be seeking the treasure within her soul.

And for the youngest, Xylas, the oleander fairy with wings made of mischief. For a child should always grow to an adult who knows good mischief.

And for herself and all the grandmothers, Granny Scattergood calls the Lady of Guadalupe rose fairy with wings made of mycelium.. May all the ancient knowledge be transmitted through the world.

Her intentions finished she turned to go but left gifts for the fairies and the earth devas, dark beer, Skittles, and shiny bits of jewelry.

The Herbcrafter's Tarot: 6 of Earth--Pine--Recognize the bounty in your life
July 27, 2020 at 1:15pm
July 27, 2020 at 1:15pm
Granny Scattergood

I am a scattergood
embellished with riches
of love, prayers, and kindness
wings made of roses

24 syllables

Pholarchos Tarot--3--Empress--My heart is a conference of a thousand wild roses.
July 26, 2020 at 3:59pm
July 26, 2020 at 3:59pm
Believe XI

I am staying up tonight, though it is less staying than waking disturbed in the early morning hours. I had read somewhere that 2:22 am is the hour of the Mother---the hour when she comes to speak to you. Tonight I wake--fueled by Covid dreams and anxiety, take my St. Anne chaplet and go down to the retention pond. I pray my last day of this novena--protection and health and safety for my grandchildren--for all the world's children.

St. Anne is the patron saint of grandmothers.

Sybylla, my veiled mermaid does not appear tonight. I leave her an offering of seaweed salad and vegetable broth, a bit of my good homemade bread.

They are offerings to her, to St. Anne, and to Nana the Candomble deity with whom St. Anne is syncretized. We need all the Divines we can call at this disordered time in our world.

I go back up the stairs to our condo. I doubt that sleep will come.

Pholarchos Tarot--11--Strength--Let your resolve and your fortitude shine forth.


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