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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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June 17, 2020 at 2:07pm
June 17, 2020 at 2:07pm
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Annunciation

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.
June 14, 2020 at 9:19am
June 14, 2020 at 9:19am
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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
June 9, 2020 at 7:42pm
June 9, 2020 at 7:42pm
#985357
Initiative

I make the first move
and sit in his lap
face to face legs wrapped around him
He is my prisoner now


The Manara Tarot--3 of Fire--Take the initiative.


A Japenese poetry form--JueJu
June 7, 2020 at 2:32pm
June 7, 2020 at 2:32pm
#985177
Believe IX

I have kept a ghost light on since the day of George Floyd's murder. In truth it is an enclosed solar lantern hanging from a tree out by the lake in back of our condo, at night, I can see it's faint light flickering.

I imagine that Sybylla can see the light. I have not visited her in days.

On Broadway the ghost light remains on even when the theater is dark. The lights are on, even now, as all the theaters are dark.

I am visiting Sybylla, my veiled mermaid, today in the grey and the drizzle. I know like the trees, the grasses, the furred ones and the winged ones
that she is aware of the tremors shaking our world. I think we humans are always the last to hear.

I am going today to see my grandchilden. I will wear an N95 mask and limit the visit. To protect them, to protect me. I will hug them then sanitize my hands.

Sybylla comes to the surface of the lake and pushes her veil aside, "Leave the light on", she says, and returns to the deeper waters.


Pholarchos Tarot--8 Justice--Listen for the patterns that weave along nerve cells, consider the soul grammer.
 
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June 2, 2020 at 11:12am
June 2, 2020 at 11:12am
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June 2, 2020--Naples, Florida

Protests in the street
and at just one glance I knew
we survived the night



The Herbcrafter's Tarot--4 of Water--Mint--Quench your thirst with gratitude
May 9, 2020 at 10:43am
May 9, 2020 at 10:43am
#983143
May 8, 2020

Believe VIII


Today is the day after the full flower moon in Scorpio. My sun and moon are both in Scorpio and I am feeling the tidal pull toward water. Because of the virus I am still afraid to go to the beach. This evening I will sit by our pond as small consolation.

I am singing silently to the trees, oak, cypress and palm, whispering the Tiwa sound for tree, Pee Wheh Neh. Trees are the lungs of Mother Earth.
As we are destroying the trees, this virus destroys our bronchial tree. It is not metaphor.

A gathering of mermaids is called a gossip of mermaids. There is only one old, veiled mermaid in my pond. Sybylla comes to the surface of the water and I can hear her singing, "the earth, the air, the fire, the water, return, return, return, return...."

I ask if there are others like her, alone in retention ponds across the concrete condominiums of Florida. "There are many", she replies," fleeing from
toxic algea, plastic, and pollution. My sister friend Arabella, a beautiful black mermaid lives in the pond in the community next to yours." I am happy knowing that and hope that Arabella has found connection.

Not a gossip of mermaids perhaps, but surely a circle of beings. Sybylla swims back to the pond's bottom.

Everyone speaks about the longing to return to normal. The normal is resilient. Even now it is plotting it's return.



The Herbcrafter's Tarot---Madre of Earth---Creosote Bush---Build circles of women.




 
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May 6, 2020 at 2:29pm
May 6, 2020 at 2:29pm
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Nurse's Day 2020

I am a nurse
with no wish
to be a hero.

I will retire this spring
away from this throb of virus
and mobs with guns.

I will wear my mask
and dream of fields of children
and no mean streets.

I will help
to sing the dying
to their sleep
somewhere in more expansive light
as they unravel
all the tangled knots.

Pholarchos Tarot--13--Death--What you know turns inside out
May 5, 2020 at 10:45am
May 5, 2020 at 10:45am
#982810
To Mask, or not to Mask?

This mask of mine, a mitzvah,
to Jesus, Buddha, Allah.
To a God without a name,
Are we not all one, all same?

Form: Tanaga--a quatrain of 7 syllables in each line, it asks a question seeking an answer.


Author's Note: In Judaism a mitzvah is a commandment, more than a good deed.


The HerbCrafter's Tarot:--2--The High Priestess--Awaken ancient memory.



 
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May 1, 2020 at 2:31pm
May 1, 2020 at 2:31pm
#982500
Beltane 2020--Believe VII

There are blessings enough this May Day morning. I wash my face in rose-petal dew hoping to keep my three score and eight face smooth.
I hang a May Day basket on my neighbor's door. My panic about this virus lifts a little. Shadow and resistance play side by side.

I don't know why all the workers aren't striking today in solidarity demanding health care, fair wages, safe working environments. Sad that this is still a continuing fight. But the workers at Amazon, Target and Instacart are striking. I will not cross their virtual picket lines.

I come to the pond and hope that Sybylla, the veiled mermaid that lives here will come this morning. She perhaps may be an oracle of hope this day of Beltane.

Beltane, for those that follow this old Pagan path ushers in the second half of the Wheel of the Year. It promises sunshine, growth, fecundity.

The pond frogs this morning are loud and whirring like waldteufels, but I hear a faint subterranean murmur and Sybylla surfaces.

She has come to this man-made retention pond in our community she has told me to escape the toxic algea in our rivers and Gulf.

Though I am in quarantine because I have had a Covid exposure I do not mask and keep a safe distance. Sybylla is veiled as she usually is.

I scatter rose petals in the water as an offering to her, to all the goddesses ancient, and modern. Mother Mary, Ishtar, Gaia.

Sybylla"s voice moves across the face of the waters, "You are the Holy Ones," she says.

I put my palms together in a greetting of Namaste. I turn to go. I have soup to make.


The Cook's Tarot--Page of Wands--Time to stir something up.
 
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April 30, 2020 at 12:43pm
April 30, 2020 at 12:43pm
#982388
Witches Night

Walpugisnacht
not in clock time
we stalk old gods.


Walpurgisnacht is the eve of May Day.. Traditionally witches are said to gather, celebrate, cast spells for health and prosperity.

I will be celebrating virtually on Facebook tonight.

This is a Than-Bauk poem. 3 lines of 4 syllables. The 3rd syllable of the 2nd line rhymes with the 4th syllable of the 1st line, and the 2nd syllable of 3rd line rhymes with the initial rhyme.


It is a sublimely grey and stormy day as if Mother Earth is saying----Not yet time to open the beaches.

Cook's Tarot--3 of Cups---Water is life.

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