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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 pool is empty of people
on this Easter Monday,
the water glassy, warm,and buoyant
as a float tank.
I drift into oblivion
my only thoughts
of death and transfiguration.
I twirl widdershins and deosil,
my arms heavy as wet angel wings.
I limit my time,
my skin crisps too easily now
and the mockingbirds are taunting me.
I promise I will plant them
a magnolia tree on the ridge,
a safe haven for their fledglings.
In spring, a young girl may come
to pluck the waxy, fragrant flowers
and braid them in her hair.
Tarot of the Crone--Shadow of Cups--Drowning--A powerful emotion has flooded all boundaries. Broken down all solid ground.
There are no exit ramps
on this Camino
where the work of the world
I hold my patient's dry, papery hand
as he is dying
and tell him, it is okay to go.
Tarot of the Crone--Nine of Wands--Power--The nature and strength of your life, and all life, is to move and change.
As a child in Pittsburgh, I believed
it always rained on Good Friday
for the solemn Tenebrae service
and that was right and just
for my whole world was mourning.
This Good Friday, in Paris
it will be partly sunny,
and warm and humid in Florida.
At sunset, I will light a single candle,
and listen to Corelli's "Miserere"
and pray for rain to wash away
the acrid smell of smoke and char.
I am frequently astounded by the synchronicity of the Tarot. This morning, as I selected a card at random, I pulled XVI---The Tower--traditional decks depict a large tower in flames.
Tarot of the Crone--XVI--Tower--Whatever you have been holding back behind your teeth for too long---scream---and free your voice, and your soul.
|Notre Dame--April 15, 2019
I was a silly, feral
young woman in Paris,
looking for romance, adventure,
throwing back cognac in the bars
dressed in jeans and boots.
I barely glanced at the Cathedral,
though today I cry,
and pine for a second look.
Worms will cover us all someday
though her stone gargoyles
may still stand.
The Madonna of the World is weeping.
Tarot of the Crone--Ten of Swords--Revelation--Do not despise your yesterday self for not knowing what you know today.