I prayed, journaled, added warmth, cooling gels, applied salves, balanced crystals, took drugs, joined support groups, I praised my uterus, I asked it for forgiveness, I went to acupuncture, I ignored it, talked about it, stretched, convinced myself I was crazy, went to physical therapy and resigned myself to a life of discomfort, wondered why and then decided, isn’t pain reason enough?
Author: KiniMama
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Yet Another F*cking Eclipse Tarot~Scopes June 28th
Yes, folks. from whence I write this, I am imagining a large moon-bow, arching across the sky and into next week, landing upon yet another f*cking eclipse…… Read more “Yet Another F*cking Eclipse Tarot~Scopes June 28th”
Another Fucking Eclipse (Week of 6/15)
In the words of my favorite astrologer, this week we have “another fucking eclipse.” Which, even I know that an eclipse can shake some shit up. The…… Read more “Another Fucking Eclipse (Week of 6/15)”
Tarot~Scopes – week of 6/8/2020
In the thick of Gemini Season we can sense the push and pull of dualities in our personal life and communities. Add to that eclipse season and…… Read more “Tarot~Scopes – week of 6/8/2020”
Making the Best of Your Bewilderment
What if you believed that life was rigged in your favor? It would transform every tiny tragedy into something magnificent. The days you hit every stoplight was…… Read more “Making the Best of Your Bewilderment”
Tuesday Tarot (Week of May 18th)
Some perspective, by sun sign. Taurus (April 20 – May 20) Ace of Wands When you’re hunkered down like the true Tauran you are, inspiration has to…… Read more “Tuesday Tarot (Week of May 18th)”
Love and Learning Amidst a Pandemic
I thought, if I could go talk to this girl, give her a heads up, what would I tell her? I decided: I wouldn’t tell her shit.
The Tarot Reading Trade
I wrote letters to friends down the street I couldn’t visit, and family members across the ocean. I pictured my letters creating a big arching rainbow across the sea. It felt like a special kind of magic, to create something that would travel both time and space; things that felt otherwise out of reach.
The Faith and Surrender of March
Now here we are reeling from the bizarre pace of March. We cycle through this piece of history, that which is framed by the four walls of our homes, but also one that is expanding, like breath as we reach out in empathy through the abandoned streets of the world.
The Chrysalis
A story of protection and pause in a time of transformation.
