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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? |
Election Jitters The amygdala is a tiny brain part that controls fear, anxiety, loathing, emotions chained directly to our hearts. This election season with traumas floating the Constitution, freedom, dDemocracy has people of good faith worrying. Tricks, dirty deeds, and conspiracy theories multiply in the air, bad bacteria. My amygdala is overwrought, weary. I will cast a spell on my amygdala to dampen, tamp down, and quiet this drama. 11 lines prompt;:write a terza rima Dark Goddess Tarot--Seven of Fire--Durga--defend your rights and the rights of others |
Skippy I didn't set a place for you at my dumb supper on Samhain. I didn't put your favorite treats in your shiny bowl. My other beloved dead had their places of honor. But that night you bounded in anyway. I heard your scratching and felt your sighs. I should have known that out here on the fringes all our loved ones are sometimes, not human. Next year, bring the cat. 15 lines Prompt: a puppy in a ghost costume with a jack o lantern Dark Goddess Tarot--Maman Brigitte---Dance with your ancestors |
Joy You ask me why I go to the woods, I go to breathe with the trees. I look for signs but only find overwhelming joy. You ask me why I go to the garden. I go to whirl among the stones. I look for metamorphosis but only find unspeakable joy. 14 lines prompt: overwhelming joy Pholarchos Tarot--7 of Coral--Amongst heaps of curios, here is a choice dictated by your soul requirements. |
Marrow Bones are not hollow but filled with marrow. I scrub these beef bones and roast a shimmer of olive oil a glitter of sea salt then spoon the unctuous center unto crusty bread more oil, dipping spices a red wine that's still under the radar. The Barefoot Contessa has nothing on me. 13 lines prompt: a poem about a food you love The Cooks Tarot--9 of Pentacles--think about what makes you happy. |