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? |
Six Mile Cypress Slough Come autumn bald cypress trees drop their leaves in the swamp decompose, split their flesh in the murky, opaque water. Everything is cypress knees and long shadows. Then, in December, an errant shaft of sunlight dances across the darkness and all sparkles into color of pearl, rose, clay, vermillion. Everything is rainbow. A tale of winter becomes a tale of hope. 12 lines Prompt: Hope Pholarchos Tarot--12--Hanged One--Allow control to flood away |