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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?
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
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.
My home altar is a messy one
icons, incense, candles by the ton
I call my ancestors and they come
worlds rise, collapse and return undone.
Form: syair, 4 line stanza, rhyme scheme AAAA
The Herbcrafter's Tarot--Eight of earth--Turmeric--Let your tasks be an embodied prayer.
I scoop bugs and frogs
from the pool's chlorine waters
Is freedom measured by scale
All are connected
in this mad spiral of life
we rise and fall together
Form: Mondo--2 stanzas, syllables 5-7-7, a question and an answer, gleaning meaning from nature
Tarot of the Crone--Ace of Disks--Experience touch and taste, your life, your self, all that you own.
In France and Japan the lavender fields are blooming. Here in Naples, Florida there is heat, humidity and Saharan dust. I resigned from my full-time job as a nurse in an assisted living facility a month ago. Against my better instincts I accepted a part-time position as an LPN in a new facility a mile away from my house. On Saturday I worked a 3-11 shift and had the worst shift of my life. Yesterday, I resigned. Because of Covid-19, because I believe I am "burned out" I am going to try and lie low for a while.
I scoop bugs and frogs
from the pool's chlorine waters
What freedom is this?
I came to the retention pond as the sun was rising this morning. Because of the heat, algae has formed at the pond's edges. Sybylla my veiled mermaid that lives in the pond tells me the algae is not toxic. Nevertheless she has said that she may have to be moved elsewhere as the lawn fertilizer that runs into the pond has begun causing skin irritation. I don't know how she and her sisters move about and she only tells me that it is a secret she cannot divulge.
I wake every morning heavy with anxiety. Going to the pool helps. Praying the rosary helps. Cooking helps. The news does not help.
Tarot of the Crone--7 of Cups--Fantasy--Seek the vision that speaks to your whole heart.
In the Sar river
the grey granite Madonna
heralds the solstice
Author's Note: Earlier this week a 700 year old Madonna state was found in the Sar river in northwest Spain.
Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Wands--the Matriarch--Embrace the power of the Matriarch---it is yours.
|As old as the hills...
When the wild goddess
comes to your table
she will demand bread and wine
paniverous and ooenaphile
the earth is her body
the sweet waters her blood.
When the wild mother
comes to your door
she will not knock
but enter unannounced
bringing nightmares and prophecies.
When the wild grandmother
comes in a vision
she will require you to sing
of no order left
of love spreading like butter
on the surface of everything.
Author's Note: Poem inspired by Tom Hinoy"s "When a Wild God appears".
Pholarchos Tarot--3 of Coral--the glory of expansion, friendship, sharing