I have mastered nothing. Not even my ever popular Caesar salad dressing with bacon bits. Not even my oldest, most beloved friendships. Most definitely not mothering, or writing or falling soundly asleep. Like a sentence, I can be rewritten a thousand times, but always saying the same thing: I’m me. Just me. Here. Now. Under the same sun I was born.
Category: Tarot Musings
The Six of Pentacles and How I’m Not Always Right
I sure love being right all the time. I’m grew up smack dab in the middle of women, my voice, tiny, had to be even louder, my mind, stubborn, even more sure than ever. I was raised to be right. Astrologically? So fucking right all the time. Aquarius and their constant pursuit of social justice. Then I got married and I get to be right in where we should eat tonight, forgetting to buy coffee creamer and the state of our Tupperware drawer. Now as a mom? Do I even need to say it? Always right.
Friends are Vital
I do this thing. Where I pull way back from people. And, I’m talking about this because i just did it for two weeks over the holidays and I’m somewhat still in it but coming out of it. And, I’ll tell you all this and you might tell me you do it to. It’s probably totally normal.
Will it Last – Two of Cups Tarot
As little girls we hear fairy tales of true love. As young women we go searching for it. As we age we do more than we ever thought we would to save it. No one teaches us that measurement of marriage is something as deep as it is wide or tall.
XV The Devil (tarot)
When this card shows up I know someones been leaning hard into their shadow self, not because they are a weak person but because something is influencing them in some kinda way and they are taking the unhealthy way out.
The Fucked Up and the Fantastic
Today’s Tarot Study pull was 6 of Cups, who almost always brings along her sister card, 5 of cups. Together they are tender and welcome blooming of the heart after a harsh drought.
Always Tip Your Tarot Reader
This is a transaction of energies.
