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I have some clients who do not relate to this card at all — but I grew up in a traditional home, a religious home. I grew up WITH religion. So I get it. I “get” the rules. That there are rules. And we must follow them. Or else. Or else what? Or else there…

I do not usually cast my Tarotscope predictions based on astrology or Sun Signs. What I do is decide which area of life I want to focus on — and the topic for this week is LOVE — and then I draw a card. This week I’ll be drawing cards for: –those lost in love…

That she kept seeing the Death card. Before this blog went live, I had to approve the In the Cards header that you see above, the logo and Tarot images. In the first version, the Death card was present. It was a superb image of a naked skeleton, beautiful and stark, but I worried about…

Full Moons bring us news, messages, messengers, revelation, moments of stark emotionally intensity. Contrast this with the more quiet, reflective New Moon energy. We hope. We set intentions. Well, I also like to set Full Moon intentions. Close that door, baby cakes. Shut it, slam it, lock it, bolt it shut! Releasing is a common…

He’s sitting on his stone throne, not moving. Not flexible, nope. Like he was born there, sprung from the big chair. He’s got a gold crown and a suit of armor. His throne is adorned with rams’ heads. He’s head butting the world. Is he stubborn? I think so. But it’s the kind of stubborn…

He walked into my office, soaking wet from the rain. Drops from the brim of his fedora crashed onto my newspaper, making the ink run. Who wears a fedora these days anyway? I do, his eyes smiled at me. My 4 o’clock. Last client of the day and praise heaven for that. Nothing was going…

Sometimes I feel like I will burst apart from feeling. Burst apart like a star. Contrast this feeling with the High Priestess, one of our Tarot women. She’s not operatic. She’s interior. She’s a long dark hallway leading to a secret room behind a bookshelf at the end of a street paved in iridescent stones.…

Wait. Is it too late? I don’t want to be a Crone. Not yet. Not saying NEVER. Just “not yet.” These words in my head as I rode the Uptown train to Penn Station this morning. These words in my head because I’m a poet. I get words in my head. Errands, shopping, lunch, reading…

One of my graduate school professors, twenty years ago,  introduced the idea of Duende to me. And you know what? I can’t remember now which poet it was  — Jorie Graham? Jane Miller? And last week as I was blogging here, it occurred to me to include Duende on my shopping list for what goes…

I know folks are reading this blog and that makes me happy. I don’t know how many but I am getting emails and messages on my Facebook that people are enjoying 🙂 Maybe it’s just 20 of you. Some hardcore Tarot enthusiasts. Early next month I’ll know a bit more. Google Analytics and such. You’re…
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