These Waterhouse Oracle cards created by Tarot by Seven are absolutely lovely. I had been looking for a deck that I could use in a purely intuitive way, and these cards deliver.
I've been thinking a lot about my parents lately, and wondering: What if we all have to recover from childhood? To be clear: I am not discussing abuse situations in this post. I am curious about the experience of being a child - small, without agency, growing and changing and learning at a fast rate -... Continue Reading →
It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. There's wealth in endings. I can see everything I am leaving behind before I step through the door into the next room - all the old comforts. But today is the day to turn fully toward the new, the day to... Continue Reading →
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift. ~Mary Oliver
In retrospect, I can see in my own life what I could not see at the time: how the job I lost helped me find work I needed to do, how the “road closed” sign turned me toward terrain I needed to travel, how losses that felt irredeemable forced me to discern meanings I needed... Continue Reading →
I do a lot of work with Quakoralina/Star Goddess. What She says to me can be pretty well encompassed in the following statement: I Demand Joy. So even in the darkest moments, that is her rallying call. She has asked me not to turn my face from the face of God Herself, no matter how... Continue Reading →
I love cycles, and I am a big believer in honoring my own rhythms. At this time of year, I turn inward. I want to sit in my den and work on my loom or crochet while binge watching Netflix. I certainly do not feel social or festive at this time of year. In the... Continue Reading →
I'm so glad to be at the tail end of Generation X - neither a Boomer, nor a Millenial. Nobody is talking shit at the Gen Xers, because most have forgotten our generation even exists. It's like watching grandparents fighting with grandchildren in the living room while you're doing the dishes in the kitchen, momentarily forgotten.