0 The Fool
Innocence carries faith.
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XXI The World
Grouse dances spiral cycles. The moon eclipses the sun. Once more Leo influences our new moon intentions. I am bleeding again. I am whirling away! How the beginnings and endings and letting goes and clinging tos keep their careful watch over me. I awoke on the last new moon in Leo with an urge to cut and clip and create. Inspired by a luna moth, inspired by the moon. Day two - a call to collage the sun to submit to we'moon. I find myself now working a pattern. Months ago I considered making my own tarot deck as a means to understand the cards symbology more thoroughly. My hands and the moon overtook me: they set me on the path to finally begin accidentally or most intentionally. With Medicine Cards and tarot blogs and astrology as my guides, I go forth with baby steps. I will be holding space for this fledgling creative process here. Because the idea of an internet void viewing my work gives me a someone to be accountable to outside of myself and my partner. T...
XVIII The Moon
Actias luna ; Saturniid family of moths. I feel magically inspired - guided by my spirits. Uplifted by cycles, infinite and bewildering, soaking lunar rays deep into my Cancer womb. For months I have felt the cosmic aching to transform. Caught in the wake of Saturn's strong sway. Rattled by my own child; searching for playful shores. Where is she? How did she wander so? I have been aching to hold her in my heart. To reclaim her voice. To own her living choice. To simply rejoice. Today I awake with a call to cut and collage. I barely recognize her. She is urgent to write it down, draw it out, record it, reconfigure it, rejuvenate. There is a moth that caresses crimson-brown pine-bark fissures with yellow-lime fuzz-wings. There is a moth inside of me that calibrates herself to the tides of the moon's great gravity. There is a moth inside of me that visits for brief bursts only a few times a year. There is a moth that draws the attention of passers-by with hopef...