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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?  |
| Womyn We began as an egg carried in a dark warm womb all our grandmothers singing stories to all the eggs we carry within from birth trembling prophets, whispered prayers along life's zigzag road moon mind dreams all connected by ancient threads Author's note: Concrete poem----supposed to be egg shaped. Couldn't figure how to do that. Sabian Oracle---Capricorn 14--Eiterr we make history or become a victim of it. |
| Dandelions I fashioned a garland of dandelions placed it on my altar to the Queen of Heaven. She prefers weeds to pearls but sees perfection in both. In time the flowers will vanish scattering my prayers with their seeds. I have named the turtles in our pond and the tiny fish they feed on. Perhaps, it is all prayer. 12 lines Prompt: picture of a dandelion gone to seed Dark Goddess Tarot--2 of Water--Lorelei, goddess of unending desire--The deeper you go the harder your heart beats. |
| Dance Emma Goldman said she wouldn't join a revolution if she couldn't dance. I am done with revolutions and the heavy lifting. I want to dance with mountains gambol with rivers frolic with trees. Not an Elaine of Seinfeld dance but one into the void. A curling of spine a vast gasp of breath. Anyway, there is nothing to do now. so, let's begin. 14 lines Prompt: Dance Dark Goddess Tarot--X--Fortuna--Wheel of Fortune--the high fall, the low ascend |
| July 4, 2024 I refuse to say amerikka is beautiful, or magical. The plains and purple mountains weep. The cradle of democracy rocks no more splintered by amoral judges and felonious politicians. This once glorious and holy land besmirched by greed. Happy 4th of July burns to ash on my tongue. there is no magic to be found here. 14 lines Prompt: magical Sabian OrACLE--10 OF pISCES--GET your head out of the clouds |
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