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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?  |
| Strange Loops On a rainy day I cannot see the sun or stars though they are there in Grandmother Spider's web. I am enmeshed in this dance of creation of strange spiral loops with no end, no beginning. I am witness to this tidy prison. But there is freedom and there is love. 13 lines prompt: a rainy day Dark Goddess Tarot--Stars--Spider Woman--sense the pattern that exists behind the senses |
| White Pumpkins A dumb supper for Samhain, my birthday. Black tablecloths, white pumpkins a river of sorrows in my kitchen. I invite my friends that passed this year. In the silence I may hear then whisper, "We are not gone, just away." "It is not cruel to say, we will meet again, as dust on white pumpkins." 14 lines Prompt: white pumpkins The Cook's Tarot--20--Judgement---move forward into a state of grace |
| Happy Birthday writing.com Writing.com called me and I answered with story and poem, heartache and bliss, thunder and memory, and leaping nano particles. Happy Birthday to all the beings here. My arms cradle you, my breath whispers prayers of grace to you. That is how we roll in writing.com world. 12 lines prompt: poem for writing.com birthday The Cook's Tarot---6 of Cups-"-Poetry and Hums aren't things you get, they're things which get you."----Winnie the Pooh |
| taking up space on the mothership I love my face in the morning no teeth, bed head, the day dawning. Just a baby-faced naked clown, I refuse to put myself down. Crow's feet, double chin, smile and frown lines I embrace. You just see an old, old woman, I love my face. I love my body at nighttime, uncoiled tension, full recline. What dreams may come I do not know. Ghosts, phantasms, nightmares come , go.. I am an ecotone, a swamp witch, swamp molly. Flaccid arms, flabby belly, I love my body. 12 lines Form and prompt: wrapped refrain Pholarchos Tarot--6 of Spirals--there is space in the heart to hold all things |
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