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. To keep ennui from creeping in insidiously. I will cycle through the Major Arcana, finishing once I've reached the moon again.

The cosmic timing of this project compels me. Exalted as Leo Rising, Saturn stationing direct, Uranus hovering 'round my Arian North Node. A solar eclipse skirts by my town, bringing twilight, coolness, and crescent moon shadows during the heat of the summer afternoon. A smudge quickly done, an ambiguous filter hugs down upon us, the spaciousness of the farm edges in eerily. A threshold of completion and starting over crossed with a curse and a spookily disappointing burst.

And so the fool awaits.