Tarot Reflections for This Astrological Moment
These are powerful opportunities to pause and get in alignment with what we desire and what we’re ready to release.
I did a tarot pull to serve as a guide and provide grounding through these powerful moments.
The reversed Two of Pentacles was in response to the intention: Where do the individual and collective meet?
The reversed Two of Pentacles is a reminder that although striving for balance and harmony are a meaningful endeavor, we need not hold too tightly…
I had an experience this weekend that reminded me how much internal work I have to continue to deconstruct systems of oppression from within myself.
I had the typical set of reactions when confronted with a call-out/in: shutting down, getting defensive, falling into self-hatred/shame/guilt, intense internal grappling, and then eventually working my way into acceptance and gratitude.
The phrase I come back to in moments when I’m prompted to do better and feel like my personal worthiness is on the line is, “It’s not about me.”
Which doesn’t mean this isn’t my work, because clearly it is, but a reminder…
I woke up this morning filled with agitation.
I didn’t realize it at first, not until I started interacting with the world did I realize my general impatience with it.
The days leading up to my period are often filled with chaotic internal energy. My hormones are playing badminton inside me, and the tension builds in my chest, getting warm, expansive, explosive.
As someone more prone to depression than anxiety, I struggle to know what to do with excess energy in my body.
So I cry. Not a lot all in one go but in little bursts, when the tension…
Six of Cups: Sometimes the smallest gestures are the most potent.
It’s easy for me to underestimate how much power there is in small moments of kindness, generosity, gentleness, and pleasure.
I tend to view generosity in terms of grandness, which I believe is in-part due to growing up around ideas of saviorism, especially in relation to Christianity and white saviorism.
With the emergence and increased popularity of mutual aid, I’ve grown much more attuned to the power of giving what you can when you can (with the freedom to ask for help as well).
I’m much more inclined to…
I’m making a declaration to the world (insofar as this tiny slice of internet represents the “world”) but mostly to myself to re-commit to my writing.
I went through a breakup of sorts a few months ago, and since then, many parts of me went into dormancy, into hiding.
A large part of that was my creative, expressive self. Along with my sense of personal power and ownership.
I pulled 2 tarot cards today that capture this sentiment, this loss: the reversed Two of Wands & the reversed Chariot.
If you’re familiar with tarot, you may have you own interpretation…
I grew up Christian and left the faith during my time in college.
I spent much of my 20s believing in not much of anything beyond science and humanism.
And then I spent some time abroad, free of societal, familial, and friend expectations, which allowed me to begin to build a new sense of self.
I got into yoga and began to get in touch with my body and to nurture a sense of peace of mind.
A couple of years later, I found myself in the recovery realm, which necessitated me confronting something “greater than myself.” I knew clearly…
I stare at the bags under my eyes after a full night’s sleep. I feel the exhaustion permeating my body. I feel confused.
I know there are words, thoughts, feelings that need to be released, but I hesitate, struggling to find them, because I am scared. Scared of getting it wrong, scared of missing something, of not honoring the sacred material I wish to speak to. And I remind myself to be brave, strong, true. I remind myself that I am learning to create space for nuance.
Let me be clear: it’s not as though I’ve been navigating the past 30 years rejecting love on a conscious level — I gave and accepted what I could. Which was always some compromised version of love, one in which I would put caveats around what I would deem lovable about myself and in-turn my partner.
I would stay in a relationship so long as I held as much power as I needed to feel secure, which was most of it. I allowed my partner to be imperfect only in the ways I deemed acceptable. In short, I was cruel…
i literally scrolled back up midway through reading this to see if i'd accidentally clicked on one of my older pieces. your words are my words. your feelings are my feelings. and you are far from empty, but i feel you in that it seems like you're not getting the nurturing you need -- i can relate to this hard.
that realization is so empowering, because now you can do something about it! and i do believe the losing ourselves is part of the process of finding ourselves. anyway, not trying to be too cliche over here but i'd love to hear where you're at now. the universe heals when you heal yourself <3
keeping find your voice, because what you have found is magic
This is me, right after attending a virtual International Women’s Day event, processing through an experience that has forced me to examine parts of myself that I resist looking at (and therefore need to look at with increased intention and scrutiny).
This is how the moment that played out that I will then process through with you:
A Black woman was speaking about misogynoir and the ways in which Black women are at the “bottom of the totem pole” of society.
An Indigenous woman dropped in the chat to say that this terminology was inherently racist.
I watched this Black…