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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?
A morning glory sky breaks, pleasure in this dawn.
October my birthday month, stretches into light.
Mangrove leaves excrete salt tears,but my eyes are dry.
Come follow I am a Queen,drink of your self-worth.
Author's note: My birthday is October 31, and I want my birthday month to slow and spiral to infinity.
Japanese form: Imayo--
Pholarchos Tarot--Queen of Spirals--Taste the flavor of your own self-worth.
You cannot separate experiment
My birthday year begins
scratching at my shadow
extracting rose-colored salts.
My bones amplify light.
I vibrate with subtle harmonies.
I become soft, malleable,lustrous,
seared, finished in heat,
a quantum woman.
PHOLARCOS TAROT--XV--The Devil--Dance with your shadow till it transforms into the riches of your being.
Author's Note: The poetic form is the Erbium--element 68 in the Periodic Table. Created by me for my 68th birthday. It consists of 68 syllables.
Today is a walkabout
in familiar spaces.
All those I meet
are crooked saints
with rusted halos,
of a dying planet
to make a life.
Herbcrafter's Tarot--Five of Earth--Slippery Elm--Soothe the pain of those in need. Even the wounded can heal.
|Pin Ball and Rolls Royce
I won't lie. My attempts at on-line dating have been abysmal. There was the guy that wanted to know if I'd enjoy having my legs shaved. And then there was the one
that said he was married, but his wife didn't mind. And then I saw Carl's ad. "Widowed gentleman, retired, financially stable. Likes jazz, the beach, and pinball. An Aries
man, looking for a Scorpio woman." With that, I was ready to sign on the dotted line.
I was a Scorpio, and my late husband had been an Aries. I had been a pinball groupie since thirteen, spending all my baby-sitting nickels at the corner store's one single
I'd already had a great love and wasn't seeking a soul mate. Just someone to go to the movies, swimming, and yes to play pinball.
I answered Carl's ad and when I asked about the Aries-Scorpio thing he answered cryptically that he wanted a Wendy to his Peter Pan. Well, at least he has read Linda
Goodman I thought. We emailed for several weeks and he seemed nice, normal, and not a Trumpie.
I finally agreed to a date though he was being secretive about where we would be going. I agreed, but arranged my cell phone to track my location to my daughter's phone
in case things went horribly wrong.
We planned to meet on Naples Fifth Avenue, and that seemed safe to me. We had exchanged photos but he said I would recognize him by his electric blue convertible.
The evening of our date I parked my reliable Nissan Sentra in the nearby parking garage and walked to the agreed upon spot on Fifth Avenue.
Well, there was Carl . Crisp white shirt, pressed blue jeans, sandals, no socks. And beside him was a shiny, gleaming electric blue convertible Rolls Royce.
Well this was Naples after all. He opened the door, offered his hand and said "Hop in, Mary my love."
I sank into the leather seats, slightly flustered but managed to ask where we were going.
"I found a place in Cape Coral, he said maneuvering into traffic, "it has craft beer, vegan pizza, and a back room full of pinball."
Had a just found Peter Pan?
There will definitely be a second date. At my place. Wait till he sees my pinball room!