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 |   My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you?    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?  |
| Bathetic I revel in the magick of small things and tiny, daily kindness. Is this bathetic? Bring it. Tarot of the Crone--Ace of Swords--Thought--Let the world not be diminished by the lack of your voice. |
| Scrying Outside my morning window a mourning dove is calling. I check the bathroom mirror and find the same crow's feet and age spots beneath my myopic blue-grey eyes. I have no idea how I got here. The Japanese believe you wear the face of one you loved in the past. My soul pod must be small. No ancient kings or queens, just Slavic peasant cheekbones. I didn't realize I had a blind spot, till they (and life) blindsided me. Tarot of the Crone--XVII--Star--Open your heart, wide as the night sky. |
| Healing It snowed in Tucson bright flakes dusting the pinons and California flooded again. Just maybe, climate change is real. We haven't time for a trial to decide, or a wormhole to escape a tide of destruction. It won't be a smooth ride. We must tithe our lives. Tarot of the Crone--Nine of Cups--Healing--Your authentic self is enhanced by integrity and love. |
| Fluent I walk the beauty way here. Above me, below, around snow dusted branches soon melting into warming earth. An early robin calls out praise songs. I listen. fluent in silence. Tarot of the Crone--Six of Disks--Style--Choose what is beautiful. |
| Saturday Matinee On Saturday, my father gave me, the oldest $1.05 and my brother, sister and I went to the movies. I guess baby brother stayed home with Mom. We never got money for popcorn or soda. We got 2 movies, 17 cartoons, and a world of comedy, romance, horror, science fiction, ancient gods. Pittsburgh once had a bridge to nowhere. The Arcade theater gave us a bridge to everywhere. Tarot of the Crone--Grandmother of Swords--In stories, truth can wear many faces. |
| February Kitchen vase of forsythia blossoms. lemonade crushed pineapple, honey pot this aureate table Tarot of the Crone--Eight of Cups--Commitment---Follow your one true path, the path with heart. |
Imbolc At Imbolc, a thimble full of sun, enough to warm Earth's belly crocuses and snowdrops appear. Tarot of the Crone--XIX Sun--Seek now for what brings you joy. Own that happiness. |
| Ultima Thule I'd like to touch this cold, farthest, lonely primitive planetary object. unchanged for four billion years and wrest a pebble or two to place in my pocket. Time is long. I'd like to walk among the wild trees and place my fingers on ancient moss-covered basalt glyphs smoothed by rain and wind tracing the movements of sun, moon, and stars. Earth is old. I want to trace the graceful, wooden contours of the Key Marco Cat, ensconced now behind glass and hear the echoes of the long gone Calusa. Love is eternal. Tarot of the Crone--Two of Swords--Reflection--What have I ben thinking. What could I have been thinking? |
| January My mother spent days of nothing, rocking and smoking lost in her tangled thoughts. She died at 54. At 67 I like to sit in my plastic rocker and gaze at our lake watching the cattails turn to pollen and dust. When you participate in the sorrow and the mystery everything changes. Tarot of the Crone--Witch of Wands--Sorceress---Make such magic as you've never dared to dream before. |
| Epiphany This Epiphany Sunday morning the world has gone to gray, and hush, and silvered charm. Fog drips from the palms like tinsel. Improbable stargazer that I am, I chalk 20 + M + B + G + 19 on the cold cement stoop. I call the Three Kings and the elementals to gift me strength and mystery for this fierce New Year. Author's Note: There is a tradition of chalking the current year and the initials of the Three Kings on your door, to invite them to your life on Epiphany, the day that tradition states they brought gifts to Jesus. Tarot of the Crone--XI--Strength--Feel hoe every cell of your body is an entire endless universe. |
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, Loved this one. 
I hear you... 😂 🤣 Nicely done!